I guide your hand to my tan back, and let you pull me in for a kiss. As you kiss me, my tongue caresses yours, letting you feel how much I want you, a... my hands run up and down your back. I press up really close to you, raising my skirt up and exposing my thighs, so that I’m grinding against your obvious arousal. I can feel my slit getting wetter as your hands start to travel up my thighs, checking for that moisture. You start to rub me outside of my barely-there panties, groping my inner. Every week, for the past year, the pretty blonde had knelt in the confessional and, as regular as clockwork, had told the priest that she had sinned by abusing herself. For some of that time Father Murphy had been the recipient of the titillating admission of sin. Through the screen he had watched her maturing body mature had asked for progressively detailed descriptions of her masturbation. Ann tried to describe her feelings and her techniques and, since she was articulate, she had done it. Just old Mr. Weismann.”“That’s right. That’s my grandfather, Nathan Weismann.”The attendant’s face went pale and he looked at the pump, seemingly to try and will it to pump faster. He breathed a sigh of relief when it clicked off, and ran into the office to run Joshua’s credit card.He ran back out and shifted uneasily from foot to foot while Joshua signed the slip. He handed the receipt and card back to Joshua and was never so happy to see a customer take off.He hadn’t been to church for quite. Startled, he released the nipple and moved lower. A kiss over her belly button and he was able to feel her stomach react with a tremble to his touch.As if by instinct, or practice, her legs moved further apart, making room for him. He was lying between her spread legs now, the bulge of her mound beneath her panties directly in front of him. He could smell her pussy. It was faint, but his senses were heightened. Using a touch as light as a butterfly, he gently grabbed the hem of her panties and.