How odd. The person who’d sat next to her wasn’t dressed like the rest of the congregation. He was wearing rough clothes – corduroy trousers, a ...eavy tartan shirt, some sort of scarf round his neck. His hair was long and tied back in a pony-tail, and he was bearded. More to the point, she recognised him.Their eyes met, and he smiled. “Welcome,” he said, “glad to see you here.”“Thank you.”“I’m sorry, did you say something?”That was Sasha, on the other side of her. “Nothing,” Helen said, turning. My cock was standing to attention and I felt Tessa’s familiar grip as she began to fondle me. Tessa knew exactly how to drive me wild and quickly took me in her mouth. I was in heaven.Having cum once, the mysterious owner of the pussy above my face showed no hurry or intention to move it. I wasn’t complaining and continued to work my tongue into all the right places. The silk scarf covering my eyes was however now drenched in her juice.With my cock standing to attention from being pleasured in. I don't need to try any others." Ah, I suppose you would say that. After all you had other women before we were married. I was a virgin on our wedding night. You're the only man I've ever experienced. I was wondering what being with another man would be like." Wonder no more, my love. We've all got the same equipment and those women I went with before I met you did a good job of teaching me how to use it." But I can't help but wonder if another man would be any different in bed." I don't think. ”“Was that a trick? Didn’t you really mean what you just said?”“Boys, of all ages will say whatever comes to mind when it comes to talking to a girl that looks like you do, little sister?”“So that was a test. Did I pass?”“Kinda,” I said to her. “I find it hard to believe that an 18-year-old has never been on a date with a boy. Is it really true?”“A boy named Richard King asked me out once, and I said ‘No.’ The next day at school, my best girlfriend Sandra Carlisle told me that he was bragging.