When a whole hour had passed and he still hadn’t resurfaced I assumed he had left and I fled to my bedroom to sulk.There I was, lying on the bed and...pondering the cruelty of life for denying me my most burning wish on my special day when I heard a gentle knock at my door, followed by that voice. His voice.‘Liz, it’s Father Moss. May I come in?’I scrambled into an upright position and invited him in, trying my best to act older than my age but feeling pathetically juvenile in his presence. He. As I am sucking on his cock, I am thinking that I may have some homosexual tendencies, and I don’t want that. The thought of bi-sexuality was not something I considered at the time, or for many years later. I thought that it was one way or another, and nothing in between. Some people do think like that, but I know now that I like some forms of sex with both men and woman. Anyway I did continued to suck on him, and enjoy the feeling of his hard dick sliding in and out of my throat. But I was no. We reached the destination, and relaxed by the cauvery for some time. Later we pitched tents and started cooking our dinner.We had a nice conversation all along, discussing wild life, nature and a lot of other interests. She seemed keen on all the wild things in life. We had pitched 2 tents as there were 4 of us, Sudha and me were supposed to share the tent. anyway when the time came for retiring for the night, I excused myself from the three of them who were still sitting by the campfire and. She looked amazing, as usual. She was wearing a pink sleeveless top with spaghetti straps. It looked about two sizes too small for her as it practically adhered to her lithe, supple body. It came down to the top of her navel. Her flat stomach and pierced bellybutton showed prominently. She had on a tiny white skirt with poofy little frills. Her legs and feet were bear as she glided across the room."I guess we should just get it over with, huh?" she said."I guess." What was wrong with me? I felt.