Finally her voice wound down though clearly not at the end of her talk as she was now staring down at my bulging robe where my erection though hidden ...as clear to imagine."I'm so, so sorry," I stammered."It happens," she said blushing."It shouldn't," I said blushing too. "But you're right it does." It doesn't happen to me ... usually," she said, her eyes glued to my bulging robe."I don't see why not," I replied. "Nothing wrong with your looks." (A little white lie, but excusable, I. “No, Jack. These devadasis are priestesses who have dedicated their lives to the temple gods, Kamadeva and Rati. They dance for, and copulate with, pilgrims to worship and glorify the two gods. When conjoined with a priestess a pilgrim becomes one with the gods. In appreciation of the brief moment of being elevated to that of a god the pilgrim donates to the temple.” She grinned. “One cannot imagine the Church of England following the practice and have nuns as devadasis!“To my mind, being a. What a wild cacophony of blasting weird farting huge noises followed and I blurted out “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh F-U-C-K!,” responding to the juicy mess I was consumed in - directly in the blast zone. At that moment, coinciding, I let go a huge ejaculation, obviously primed by all the action and because my penis was so much more sensitive. It seemed a goddess was having a human moment and instead of peeing my boner went off with gizem.Prior to this I didn’t know it could do that.To top off the morning. And to show off all the fun things we had learned to do together. He cupped my breasts in his hands and ran his thumbs over my distended nipples. I felt my crotch moistening yet again. I moved my fingers to his balls and caressed them, loving their soft, warm weight. My hands almost involuntarily slid along the length of his cock, but at that moment our stomachs both growled. We knew we needed nourishment before we engaged in too much more sexual activity. I pulled together a meal out of our.