”Becky rolled her eyes.I wanted to take her up on it, but I couldn’t. I wanted something, and soon, I could get it for myself. I think I wanted th...t more than anything else. While Addy was giving Becky a hard time over turning down some boy who asked her out, I changed back into my boring clothes and we left.I got mom’s permission, that night and ran over to Mr. Gadsten’s place to tell him. His wife answered the door wearing a house dress and a weary look. She quirked an eyebrow when I asked. They stayed locked for what seemed like ages, both breathing so hard and fast and he moved backwards and slid out of her ass. He stood there in what looked like disbelief himself as she turned slowly and kissed the tip of his cock, suckled on it gently and took his sensative member into her mouth to savour the pleasure it brought her. A post fuck, post anal blowjob after all that excitement.I looked at Michael and he looked slightly guilty now, my expression changed to confusion as I looked. 'Stick with me.'Sunday School at the Congregational Church for us "almost teens" was upstairs behind the balcony. The church was very old, built of rough faced grey quarried marble. Although it looked small, it was roomy, with beautiful stained glass windows and plush pews.There was a marvelous pipe organ built by the Felgemaker Pipe Organ Company. Four manuals, two layer foot pedals, several side manuals and row upon row of stops. The compressor room was one of my favorite hideouts.The balcony. Let’s go to my house after work” I agreed. We cleaned ourselves up, I put my cock back in my pants, she cleaned the saliva form her mouth and chin, fixed her hijab and we casually walked back to our desks.As soon as 4 rolled around we both ran out of the office as casually as possible. I jumped into her car and we took off straight for her house. During the drive she consistently kept her had on my cock, stroking it, and squeezing it over my pants. I asked her what kind of positions she likes.