Mitch stood up, still trailing his fingers over Kristin’s trembling body, and stepped out of his pants. He pushed his underpants down, then he laid ...top her. ‘Oh, Lord, Mitch, you can’t imagine how much I want you!’ Kristin groaned. She slid her hand between them, grabbed his cock, and guided the head to her opening. ‘I’ve been thinking about this all day!! Put it in me! I need it!!’ Slowly, Mitch lowered his hips. He felt himself trembling as his shaft sank slowly, delightfully, into Kristin’s. " she mouthed out, as she rubbed my cock all over her face, muttering, "...licking your young cock clean." And then back in to suck more. "Oh, yea baby, suck all of the cum off. Lick your pussy juices up. Be a big slut for me. I know you sucked cock before I was even born. You're making me really hard watching you. I'm thinking about how many times your pussy has had cock in it. How many times you've been fucked and pumped full of cum? I want to fuck your cum filled pussy more." Then she. I was happily surprised to see three hard cocks sticking out in their underwear! I guess they did think I was sexy- it was a real turn on! I realized that my pussy was getting very wet and I was eyeing their cocks as they stood there watching me strip.Well my inexperience as a stripper and the alcohol came to bear as I tried to sexily remove my jeans. I lifted one leg to start to pull them off and I fell over on the floor. The three “gentlemen” laughed and then came to what I thought was my. He was noncommittal, but he didn't say no. He would interview us the next day, Sunday, in the afternoon. He'd come to our house.Over the next week, we continued to talk to Father Costello. Stacie's mood vacillated between exhilaration and despair. One evening when we were on the way home after one our counseling sessions, she collapsed in tears. She sobbed, "Oh Jack, Fr. Costello will never marry us. He keeps finding so many reasons why he shouldn't."I patted her hand. "Precious, please don't.