.angry...and hurt. But part of me...a deeper part, a lustful part, a part that motivated my deepest, darkest masturbation fantasies...was so white hot... so alive, so buzzing....so taking me over and consuming me, that I couldn't do anything but agree to all of it. We said goodbye and that was it.Tom wasn't an asshole about it, not at all. But he was just straight to the point, not much small talk, very direct. It was somewhat dominant, but not overtly so, not to the point where it might have. Maine uska pani usko dhake se chatwa diya to fir maine apne kapde utare aur apna 7 inch ka lund uske hath mein de diya wo lund dekh kar dar gayi aur boli karan yeh mere andar nhi jayega tere bhaiya se mota hai mai bola bhabi dar mat sab jayega aur uske muh mein lund dal diya wo muh s lund nikalne ki kosis karne lagi.Lekin maine uske baal pakad kar uske muh ko chodne laga gale tak lund marta jis se uski sanse ruk jati jab maine uske muh se lund nikala to mere lund uska gada thook laga tha uski. "No, don't pull out. That feels so good".I pushed forward so I was about half way into her. Her hands slowly slid up past the small of my back until she reached my shoulders. She tried to pull me down on her. I let myself lower until my chest was just touching her erect nipples. With my weight still on my hands I moved my chest from side to side just barely brushing against her nipples. I let my chest drop down and rubbed it across her breasts harder. She arched her back, held it there and let. Then suddenly, her finger plunged deep inside, so the palm of her hand hid her sex. My eyes widened at the suddenness, the brazenness. My cassock tented! My shame increased! I am her confessor! I should be counseling her against such behavior, stopping her recounting of the lascivious acts of the night before. But, no! I watched, and I listened intently as she invaded herself, pleasuring herself in the house of God, while expounding in lurid detail, what the two men she was entertaining did to.