However Teresa then glanced at the damp spots on Maria’s T-shirt and I must have blushed which Teresa instantly but silently clocked. She didn’t r...fer to it however much to my relief.“I had better go Maria.”Maria hesitated and Teresa immediately interrupted, bless her, with: “Don’t go cos of me Ian, I don’t mind in the least. Maria, Ian is often at home when I do his Mum’s hair and she doesn’t mind.”“That’s settled then I would love Ian to stay. He’s been such a good friend since I moved in. He bet big on it, and it won.As the races continued the Priest kept blessing horses, and each one ended up winning.The bookie was elated.He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited for the Priest’s next blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on.True to his pattern, the Priest stepped onto the track for the last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was 100/1.This time the priest blessed the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag.The bookie knew he. Perfectlystable, perfect countenance and ready to say goodbye. "Good morning, my love!" he cooed hoarselywhen he heard me and turned around. His smile was honest and disarming andwhen he approached me I almost backed off as he tried to embrace me in agood morning kiss. He looked down at me concerned, I could tell, when I endedup in wincing to my core, and slowly he ran his hand down my arm. A shiverran down spine and I barely could hold back the tears that were desperatelywelling up in my. No longer could control myself, I unbuttoned the my jeans. Slidding the zipper of my pants down I pulled out my cock in one fluid motion. I found myself sitting there my cock in hand, staring at this beautiful womans tits. I started to stroke my cock, it was now rock hard. She Glanced across, Freaking out I quickly moved my backpack to block her view. Had she seen me? Did I make it in time? Her gaze returned to her front. I moved my backpack again and resumed storking my cock. The thrill of.