" That was the extent I could express my thoughts. I followed it up with the witty remark of "Er..."She looked at me with that beautiful smile and wai...ed for an answer. For some reason I had the impression she didn't think I was making a complete ass of myself."I..." It was progress. I knew that "I" was a popular start of many sentences."Are you sure it's okay?" I asked again. Since I couldn't move forward in my thoughts I took a step back."Yes. My parents don't mind. I'm an only child." You. You don’t seem overly nervous?’ ‘No, I’m pragmatic,’ she grinned. ‘Good girl, I don’t want you to carry a gun. People who pull guns are more likely to get shot than those who don’t.’ ‘I do worry that they may kill me.’ ‘Have you made a will?’ ‘No, in effect I have no family as I’ve already indicated.’ ‘Well I suggest you make a will and leave your estate to the foundation for homeless children or illegitimate children or abused women, anything like that. Then you let it be known what you have. I called … for you.” His voice trailing off to a whisper as I notice I am squeezing my breasts almost painfully. “Thank you but what can I do for you honey?” I ask softly my voice sounding like it does after great sex, very husky, my right hand now drifting lower as my robe opens …. just barely touching my thigh … the feeling almost electric. “Touch yourself where I tell you … imagine your fingers being my mouth, my lips, my tongue …. my COCK!” With those words I almost lost it … LOST IT ….my. Indeed it was her phone which had instructed to come to the church. On her earlier arrival at the church she had entered into one of the new confessionals where she heard soft and pleasing music playing as she waited for the priest to arrive. The music set her at ease as its hidden mind altering effect worked its magic. Her short reverie was broken when she heard the screen slide open and the priest speak to her through the latticed opening. He asked and she told him, “Father I have.