Dave kind of looked me over before he replied. I know what he saw. I’m pretty close to 19. But I do have to admit I look younger. I have blonde hair...in a short pageboy haircut. I’m on the skinny side, I only weigh 104 and I’m barely 5 feet tall. Ok it’s worse than that. I’m a carpenters dream as my dad say’s. I’m flat on both sides. Although I’ve always thought of it as being athletic. “Ok Meraina where am I taking you?” Dave queried. “Well I was kind of hoping we could go to your place.” Dave. After some walking and talking we sat down on a bench. And there our conversation got a little bit naughty, and the only thing i was thinking about was her boobs, so i took my chance and told her that she got amazing breasts, she smiled and grabbed my crotch and said "Someone is getting pretty excited". I didn't said anything i just looked her straight in the eyes and i went for the kiss, we started to make out while she was rubbing my dick.Then she stopped and told me that i have to promise. ’ ‘You are one hot woman, Rosaria,’ Monsignor Sheamus O’Shaunessey said. ‘But you make one hell of a mess,’ he added standing up, his still-hard cock sliding from her pussy, their combined juices dripping from it. ‘Well, what kind of a good Christian wife would I be if I didn’t clean up my own messes?’ she asked, sitting up and taking him into her mouth, sucking long and hard to clean him of their combined juices. ‘How better to honor my husband?’ ‘So, what about Michael & Faith?’ Rosaria. Carrie struck me with the hose several times around my shoulders, back and butt, she really knew her way around that hose, and could have me dancing like a puppet on a string with it. "Hold him still," Carrie said to Jon. "Yes, mistress." He replied, and knelt behind me. Jon dug his nails into the side of my hips, and when I began to say something, Carrie hit me, very hard, with the hose across my back. I was in total compromise and Jon spanked my balls to let me know that I wasn't going.