Once we were in the back, he dropped his pants and I took him in my mouth and sucked him until he was good and hard. After a few minutes, he took my h...nd and placed a tube of KY lubricant in it. I looked up into his eyes and he simply smiled, not saying a word. Next, he withdrew from my mouth and pointed to the lube. With just a little hesitation, I greased his pole from the tip to the base. It felt so hot and hard in my hand. I stroked his slick tool, admiring the shiny head and wishing I. At the top of the balcony mom told me this was a room known as the crying room. I asked her why and she pointed out that there was a Plexiglas window in front of our view and noted the balcony was where the parishioners took their crying children so other members of the congregation would not be disturbed. I looked around noticing there were speakers on the walls so we could hear the proceedings down below and reveled at the fact we could scream and nobody could hear us through the thick. It was my imagination, I know, but I could almost feel my FUCK-powered brain analysing her scent and working out how to synthesise the right pheromonal response. But surely I did not imagine the sensation of sweat beginning to seep out from my armpits and groin. I inched closer. She shifted a little away, was it coincidence? She had given no explicit sign, but I sensed she was aware of my nearness and felt crowded. I was in an agony of suspense. If I made another move toward her she might leave. She came on his cock and hand, screaming out the Lord’s name, just as Father Matthews pulled out of her and drained his cum on her ass. She was shaken and mortified but could not stop the feeling of satisfaction as she pulled her habit back over herself while still kneeling on the pew, and she did not hesitate when Father Matthews came around to stand in front of her and stuck his semi-hard cock in her face. She took him in her mouth across the pew, and although she was totally inexperienced.