.She kissed the back..Pinched the nipple..Sucked big boobs..Kneaded those..She probably excited..Force of kneading enhanced in proportions..Almost bit...ng the boobs..Shoulder..Back..My pussy wet…I pushed down the sari..Under garments to fall at my feet..Lying nude.. Flat on my back..She was sitting by my side..Lust in her eyes..Urge in me..She kissed my naval..Belly..Pussy..Finger pushed into the wet waiting vagina..Finger fucking vigorously…I was restless..She was in a frenzyI turned her. This is my pleasure. I’m not rushing this climax either, I’m savouring it, making it last, extending it as far as it will go. Edging. Although the edging on this bench is biting a little into my back, not that I’m against pain in any way shape or form. Right now, I’m allowing my orgasm the freedom that it needs to grow.Just like Father Patrick’s cock will grow should it present itself to my gaze? My imagination runs wild, images of what he would do to me bombard my senses. I find myself on all. Going against years of professional ethics, my internal desires were beginning to speak for me.She finally looked up, her eyes staring into mine. She didn't say a word, but her expression said it all. Excited from what was unfolding I grasped her hand, and tugged her in the direction of my car. In a half sprint with her trailing closely behind me, we finally reached my car at the last spot of the empty parking lot. I struggled to find my keys, patting every pocket of mine and digging into. ..” she continued, still crying. “I told him, we will pay your money ... you just give us a few months’ time ... I beg you ... we will pray for you forever.” her voice quivering. “But he did not agree ... and said that if you do not have money to give then ... then you give your body to me.” she said.I wasn’t too surprised to know about this, but still hearing it from her in her own words, sent a shiver of cold fury down my spine. I just clenched my jaw and nodded at her, my hands still resting.