Every time I would rub thigh his robe would open more and more exposing his cock more and more. He asked if I was ready and I said absolutely. He told...me to get on my knees in front of him and he untied the robe. I finally got to see his whole cock and thought it looked amazing. I crawled over and gently took it in my hand and started to stroke it. I loved feeling it get hard in my hand. I teased him some with my tongue before taking it in my mouth. I sucked him for awhile and I was rock hard.. When he felt her cresting he leaned down and bit hard where her neck met her shoulder. She screamed and exploded. Michael happily let go also.While he came, he felt her body go limp. He knew she’d passed out. Knowing he didn’t have long, he jumped up and grabbed his jeans and put them on then felt in his pocket for the little flash light he’d put there and turned it on then felt his pocket again for the keys to the cuffs. Next he uncuffed her but left her on the floor. He then fixed the light. His skin was so soft and sensitive that my finger prints where left over his ass cheeks when I slapped it. I separated his cheeks and saw the hole; it was pink and red in color, without a trace of hair. He said did you like it. I said I love it,’ then what are you waiting for, please fuck me’. I could not believe him; he wanted me to fuck him in that open place. Without wasting any time I spitted his hole to make it lubricated and applied little saliva to my cock and started to enter his hole.. I had no qualms of being too young even though I still thought of myself as a girl, not a woman. My fiancé was the responsible ones in our households. I would be the good wife and he the good husband.We married "In the church", meaning a Catholic wedding and a happy mother. This required my’ non-Catholic fiancé, to take Catholic dogma lessons and sign papers raise our offspring in the faith. The civil paperwork was simple, just birth certificates and signatures.The parish priest initially was.