At first she felt trapped, embarrassed that her plot had been discovered. Then, slowly, it dawned on her. Her first objective had been accomplished. S...e had been noticed. She had an audience. It was time to perform.Sitting as she was, her bare lap seemed like a beacon to uninhibited male eyes. Allowing herself a slight smile, Christen let her knees relax, just a little, enough to encourage the hopeful to keep looking.The young teen ran her palms over her bare thighs. A moment later she crossed. There was no big deal. She told him that the minister comes by every Sunday afternoon to give her cummioun.Harry spent a couple of hours thinking why she would do this to him for the fourth time in a month. He wanted to know what was so important to receive commiun at home instead at the church. He decided he would watch what happens.Harry parked his car around the corner from his mother's house. He wanted the corner so he could see when the minister arrived at the house then he would walk over. As I turned to walk away, he called after me, "Hey, are you seeing anyone? If not can I take you out to do more catching up. Maybe..." he paused a moment before continuing, "Maybe, we can see if the feelings from before still exist?"I spun around, feeling like a truck had just hit me. I wasted no time saying, "I'm single. I'd like to go catch up, but I must warn you, the last guy I dated did a number on me, and because of him I have bad trust issues in men." I understand, I can respect your. ”“Give me your address, I will pick you up.” You give him your address without question. He puts the info into his phone. “Make sure you wear something comfortable, he says and leans in for a kiss that lasts for a long time and gets deeper and deeper. His chest presses into yours and your nipples grow hard and aching as his leather jacket rubs against your breasts. You feel your panties growing damp as your pussy grow hot. This is going to be a good evening you tell yourself as Thomas pulls.