But such was not to happen except teen in my sacrilegious dreams. Father Daniel’s dangling cross was only a symbol that aroused my imagination…my wicked thoughts…which were now in the form and flesh of dear handsome, hot Father Daniel…his black robe and the cross symbolizing what was beneath his robe…as I already knew, it having been secretly revealed to me: it was a beautiful cock ready for my attentions. I thought priests were circumcised but he explained that at birth there was no idea of a religious bent and thus he had foreskin with which I like to play in our little sex games. His dangling cross was the only dangling thing when we were together! Becky and I would take turns milking that wonderful instrument of pleasure until Father Daniel lay in an exhausted state having pleased us both. He seduced me one early afternoon after school but then the fun began as I shamed him to admit that he was a sinful fucking machine…not just with me but with both Becky and me…I loved riding him and sucking him off with a religious zeal. He was young and virile…extremely virile…and Becky and I tasted of his virility. I called him every sinful and dirty name before, during and after our fuck sessions and it all made him hotter still. One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘fuck sessions’ and Father Daniel whispered in my ear: “Phyllis. I want to meet you away from church and spend more time, alone, just with you.” His words sent chills through me. busty Becky and I were best friends but also competitors for the priest’s attentions in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his favorite, I suppose. Daniel continued: “I know couple a motel in town. Why don’t we meet there…just you amateur and me?” I nodded and cuddled in to him…we were both naked, except for his cross resting on my breast, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my body over his nakedness, feeling his limp cock on my wet cunt…knowing I was the cause of putting it to sleep. I reached and felt his balls and thought of seeing him alone. It was erotic to think of our ‘secret’ time without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘Spell.’ The next day couldn’t come soon enough. The motel was walking distance from school and I walked there as soon oral as class was over, knocking on the room he had indicated. . I was filled with religious fervor as I knocked on the motel door. A strange, angry surge shot through me as I straddled Becky's face, my back to the crowd, my breasts shaking. Five minutes later, Daisy came downstairs and sat the other side of Ryan who responded by putting his other arm round Daisy’s shoulder. I drove them into my sheath over and over. It was the mid 80's and I was barely 18, and I needed busty a job. I whimpered as his cock rubbed into my stomach, throbbing hard. Soon we finished our meals and the beers and just sat in silence, staring. They didn't sag one bit. I leaned up and before kissing her I said, “Don’t worry,” and asked, “Do you want me to stop.” It’ll hurt just a little.” “Wha… What do you mean by that?” I can’t believe this. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” She said quietly. I know I'm not pretty like... mmph!" Rob looked at me weird any time we saw them. One day, after a few weeks home, my mom was talking to her cousin Jackie. Just really not used to getting myself all worked up for somethin’, all night long, and then not getting any attention. Girls can you finish dinner. He worked the garden tirelessly. I NEED to see them… hahaha.” Fuck me. Cum in me.” I stayed as focused as I could but as per normal, my wife's hand found its way to my lap and cautiously fondled my penis and testicles underneath the water. “The Most High is the Elohim, but he's teen also an elohim. Alistair had already grabbed pictures of oral the new girls and they were warned not to call for help or the videos of their degrading rape would of course have to be tendered in evidence at any court case, and released to the media. “No, amateur please make love to me, couple show me what a great, wonderful man you are and make my fantasies come to life.” The fourth council related. Think you might be meaning passionate rather than, ah, rather than intimate . I never really thought that I would—uh, d-do that, it’s not an… expectation that I ever really had for myself, s-so it’s hard to feel… upset about it. You wanna shower me with love and affection, then make love to me. Which sounds nice, but that's not really my cup of tea.