Several opportunities arose but the reverend was circumspect in his actions and poor Emily remained as virginal as ever in the church leader’s house... The visiting Bishop from the south was a lot more adventurous and was soon pounding Emily’s submissive flanks in the pantry as he whispered the most outrageous suggestions in her tender ear. For an elderly man, she thought his technique was quite good and she managed to sustain a joyful orgasm before he found it necessary to shoot his ancient load. I had brought my MP4 player out with me, I selected some tracks and put the earpieces in. I relaxed and lay on my side the sound of the Beach Boys "wouldn't it me nice" blah blah blah in my ears as I relaxed and drifted into a light sleep, still feeling the gentle rays caressing my naked body. It was bliss, the feel of the warm air on my skin began to give me a hardon. As I gently dozed in the half sleep, my body began to tingle as the sun seemed to be gently touching and caressing my body. ‘Do you like that?’ Blen sat silent. ‘Do you like that?’ he insisted. Her faltering voice returned. ‘Yes Siir … I … I like it.’ ‘Come and sit next to me.’ When she settled, he took hold of her hand, placed it on his groin, and began to rub up and down. ‘Do y’know what that is?’ She giggled and nodded. Having consented to touch a few youthful boyfriends in this manner, she was familiar with the feel of manly excitement in her hand. ‘It’s my one eyed monster, his name is Tyson, I named him. She was silhouetted against the hall light, and I noticed she'd put on one of her robes. I saw her pause when she saw what I was doing. She seemed about to leave, then took a steadying breath, and walked over to my bed. Her eyes kept flicking to my hand wrapped around my cock, pulsating. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled sheepishly at me. "Looks like we're both feeling naughty tonight." She said as she glanced down at my hand around my cock again. "Darling, we don't need to be.