They were large and hung down. Each was covered with a dark soft layer of hair. She was beside herself and she knew what she would do next.Joan sat in...front of him at his feet. She reached up and with her fingers began to play with the hair at the base of his shaft. She combed it loosely with her fingertips as she felt the throbbing heat inches from her hand. She began to circle the shaft at its base, feeling the firm skin of him as his shaft arched upward away from his balls.She moved her. I could almost see Father Jarrod on the other side of the wall, his hand rubbing himself through his black robes and underwear, his cock hard and long and huge from the thought of my friends and me doing all of these naughty things in very public places! My thoughts soon turned to him, and I was no longer embarrassed by what I was telling him. I was enjoying it…the thought of him possibly stroking that hard cock in the open of the confessional was enough to put me over the edge. My hand slowly. Anita was about to give up and go to the ticket counter to ask for help when a tell well build man caught her eye. He was leaning up against a pole smoking a cigarette, as if he was waiting for someone. Anita began to walk toward him and the closer she got the more excited and turned on she became. “God please don’t let this gorgeous man be my uncle.” She thought to herself as she walked passed him, Anita noticed that he was checking her out as well. She could tell that he wanted to approach. Sliding them to the edge of the bar, he plopped a cherry in each glass before grinning at the girls and walking away again without collecting any money.“What is it?” Buffy asked as she took the glass and sniffed it suspiciously.“It's a Slippery Nipple,” Kennedy said with a grin.“It's a chick drink,” Faith said distastefully.“Does the job though.”Kennedy clinked her glass against Buffy and Faith's and they all shot the drink back at the same time. Buffy's reaction was much more sedate this time..