Damn it, this was no good at all. I couldn’t let my body betray my veneer of outer professionalism. This was business, not pleasure. I just had to h...pe she hadn’t noticed, but then again who better to notice than someone whose eye level is constantly at crotch height? I quickly scooted around the back of her chair, out of her sight to pull the t-shirt on over her head. Damn, damn, damn. She steered herself out of the bathroom while I lingered, pretending to wash my hands with unnecessary. At last, the day came, and I told my mom I was going to walk over to church.“What for, Cynthia?”“Just a visit.”“They’re hearing confessions this afternoon,” she said. “You might want to take the sacrament.”“OK.”Good. It’s her idea.“Is there something on your conscience?”“No. I’m just feeling devout.”“Feeling devout, huh?”So I would have to confess lying to my mom, too.Our church was built the year I was born. It’s supposed to feel like a Gothic cathedral, except without the buttresses. It’s. I wriggled and moaned loud, thrusting my hips hard against your mouth. I heard you moan as you then sucked my clit hard and bit on it roughly as your finger thrusted deep into my pussy. I cried out your name as my orgasm was reaching its peak. I've never felt so turned on by you as I was now, and relished at you're forcefulness as this was so unlike you. You had always been shy. I was about to cum when you pulled you're finger out from, my now, soaking wet pussy and you stopped sucking on my. I leaned in toward your ear and allowed just a hint of my hot breath to wash over you… Your breathing stopped and I gently brushed your lips. You gave me no response and so I allowed my hands to gently touch you down there, where your body heat was raging. Leaning in again I brushed your lips and again got no response. But I knew you felt me, your breathing, as always, gave you away. I wanted to see if you could figure out that it was me and so I leaned in and kissed your eyes covered by the.