We sat and talked; as we sat my petticoat flipped up and he could see right up to my panties. I could see by the bulge in his shorts that he was excit...d. “Can I have a feel” he asked “Help yourself” I replied, he got up and came towards me he reached under my skirt and petticoat and felt my stocking tops and suspenders then he moved his hand up to my panties and stroked my cock. I unzipped his shorts and pulled his cock out. I stroked it and it got even harder so I slipped it into my mouth and. Although I had some experience with other men's cocks, I was still terrified of the size of his, and especially the exposed cock head, I thought it would be great to play with it. and then stopped that thought, when I said to myself, okay he has a big and nice cock, but he is a priest, so it is not a man to think about. and I was sure, despite our brief talk, that he didn't even think of me and my Cock anyway (I found out later ,that he was thinking the same as me,or He was Definitely thinking. Her secret lips were full, and her triangle of dark curly hair framed them exquisitely. Her slightly annoyed grumble of protest at my rude jostling turned into a squeak of surpize and alarm as I raised my head and kissed her there, then started running my tongue up and down her outer lips. Instinctively she jerked backward, but I brought my hands up to her ass, kneading her cheeks as I pushed her back onto my tongue, which now began to gently, shallowly divide her pussy lips and tickle her. He had phoned weekly, but his mother wanted to see him and Vicky as well before she went home to Canada. So on the Saturday the pair went to spend the weekend with his parents.The main news was that his parents wold be leaving in their mobile home in early May. Both were retired and usually spent the summer touring somewhere in Britain or the European mainland.The days lengthened but the negotiations over the house dragged on. It was the beginning of April two months later before he could move.