“Ready to go?” I asked.Connie looked at my cock again, an expression of near-terror in her eyes. Then, sighed, closed her eyes, took a deep breath...and stood straight, her head even with my shoulder.“Let’s do it.” She said.The lights went out and we moved quickly, me sliding up onto the table and Connie moving to straddle my head, taking my cock in her hand and lowering her lips to mere inches from the bulbous head. The lights flashed on and everybody at the table either gasped shrieked or made. “Well, that’s not strictly correct. I knew her, but I doubt she ever noticed me. To be frank, I had a serious crush on her, even before that day. Not that I would have dared to tell her, for one thing, she was eighteen months older.”“My guess is, she still is.”I ignored Tom’s infantile humour. “The war was great for youngsters. It was a week after my fifteenth birthday. We were too young to realise how bad things were for the adults; for us, it was a great adventure. In those days, it was safe. " I opened the door and walked in. A chiming bell went off and out came a very handsome elderly man. He appeared to be in his late 40s or early 50s. He had gray goatee and moustache, and his hair was a mixture of black and white. He had the body structure of a well built youthful man and he wore dress pants and shirt with a neck tie. He was a fucking "older hunk" and I loved what I saw!!I extended my hand to him and, with smiling lips, said, "Im Nikki and it's very nice to meet you Mr. Waters!". It’s prime sponsor. I was hoping to start going to church in the nude on the odd occasion after the wedding and even do some of my solo choir pieces perhaps just topless or something ... but not now. Well, not until they can sort out what actually happened. Mom and Reverend Unsworth are cutting their honeymoon short to get back and see if they can do something about the whole mess. I’m sorry to give you such terrible news, Carrie. Hopefully it won’t be for too long ... hopefully!”Carrie Pearson.