After finishing dinner, we started to talk casually. Out of nowhere, she asked me if I want to touch her boobs which I had kept staring at all the tim... while having food. Though I wanted to touch her boobs, I was hesitant as she is known to my family.Kate stood at the door and locked it. Then she slowly dropped the sari from the top and asked me if I am still not willing. I was star-struck by seeing those big melons. I felt like being at the doors of heaven to see her boobs up and close. We. He wanted to touch her, he wanted to take her breasts in his hands, her nipples in his mouth. He was so hard now he was stroking himself. He laid back down on the bed, and just let the memories of the afternoon come back over him. He could almost feel her pussy on his face, his tongue licking her clit. He could almost feel her lips on his cock, her hands cupping his balls as she sucked him. He was going to cum. Oh my God he yelled. He shot cum everywhere, all over his chest, his hands, his. She was desperate to touch herself. But apparently the other church-goers reacted differently. It seemed they perceived the priest's reaction as godly praise, and she saw them nodding their heads in approval. Had this been an evangelical service, the room would be filled with shouts of "Hallelujah", but as it was it was a fairly subdued and appropriately Catholic response to the priest's display of devotion. Lizzie flicked the button back to its off position and returned the device to her. "You are goingto love the thongs" she said. I looked at Katie, and winked. Whatneither one of them knew was that I had tried on Jen's thongs beforeand kind of liked the way they felt. After our brief stop in theintimates, we headed toward the shoes. Katie and Jen sort of got intoan argument because Jen wanted me to have platforms and or heels forevery day wear and Katie insisted that I have a pair of tennis shoes,and a couple of pair of flats. They agreed on the majority of my shoesbeing at.