I reclined my seat a bit and lay back stroking my cock, rubbing the precum into the nylon and closed my eyes. I had been rubbing my cock for about fiv... minutes I reckon when a shadow passed over me. I thought the sun must have gone behind a cloud and opened my eyes. Standing there watching me was a woman in her forties. I grabbed for my clothes to try and cover myself, wondering where she had come from. I started to apologise and tried to get my clothes on but she said not to worry and asked me. " My teeth might be chattering Morse code, but a more sordid reflex starts scribbling its own unspoken language elsewhere. I twist in a half-hearted attempt to shake her bounteous embrace, uneasy about the fact that part of me enjoys the renegade touches, wants to find out where they lead.“Struggle all you like," she coos. "Just be sure to let me win.”I forget about fighting back when a deep breath hefts Adonis' chest. His outstretched arms spearhead a clean dive, and the breaker swallows him. I had no practice judging the handsome men so I trusted her judgement.Abhay was easy to like.Him and I had similar interest that we could talk about.He also had interest related to payal.Throughout the dinner,payal practice one of her hobbies.She was an insatiable flirt.Watching her flirt with abhay was such a turn on!She had dressed up for this dinner,done her hair and makeup.She looked breath taking beautiful.Her hints and teases were perfect. Her eyes said,”I want you both Abhay and me.After. ”“If I understand your church, you’re basically like an assistant to the priest?”To the bishop, but there was no point in getting into a theological discussion which might detract from my mission.“More or less. I told someone the other day it was like being a bat boy or on the ground crew at Riverfront Stadium.”Mr. Gilbert laughed, “An interesting analogy. I assume you feel safe talking to him in private?”“He’s not a violent offender, and despite the cassock, I’m a brown belt in Shōtōkan.