I just stood there looking at her face and her sexy legs and heels theway she was sitting in front of me was a perfect view of her whole body."can I s...e your tits?" no way." she scoulded. "just enjoy this and cum." say cum again please." Cum" she said it rather palinly."no say it sexy."cuuummmm." oh thats it like that. now tell me to cum." you want a lot dont you?!"Please." will it help you cum? She asked looking up at me with a rather businesslike expression as she continued to jack me off. I felt the quick build up in my cock and I , without thinking, held her head on my cock as I shot my stream of cum into her throat. This obviously took her by surprise, I thought ‘damn it’ as she pulled away, a sour look on her face, like she was gaging on some medicine. Then, she gulped, took a breath and let that ever so beautiful smile back on her face. “haha, oh, my , god” she groaned, “that was wild kid” “well, sorry for the lack of a warning” I replied “ha, not like anything tonight. They are pert and firm. " Perfect," I said softly as I swiveled and brought my hands up to cup each of them. Then I moved my mouth down to her small, brown nipples, kissing each one in turn. Again she did nothing to stop me. She did not want too. Her loins are on fire and she feels safe in the knowledge that I had agreed we would merely make out. Safe from me and safe from her own feelings of lust. Through the fog of the alcohol, she thought to herself how she would enjoy this interlude, I. Clarice changed our routing so we would spend a night in Kentucky to meet with a Bishop who wanted the same installation of the Stations of the Cross for a remodel of his cathedral. He invited us to visit and assess the site.We’d seen some pictures of the inside of the cathedral, but the outside was a sprawling mass that was the worst possible 1960s neo-gothic revival. Mostly, it just didn’t have any windows below head-height and those it had were dark stained glass. The façade was more.