Feeling very strange, Heather unbuttoned her school blouse and stripped it off, putting it on the seat. She unclipped her bra and put it aside as well. It was very weird to look down and see her bare breasts in the dim light of the confessional.
"Are you ready yet, Heather?" He asked impatiently.
"Um, yes, Father but -- oooh!"
She shivered as his cool hand took hold of her left breast, now with nothing between them. She thought she heard him make a strange groaning sound as his fingers squeezed her bare flesh. Another gasp escaped her as the hand found her n****e and pinched it, a wave of electric sensation running down her body.
"Oooh, Father, it feels funny!"
"Sssh, Heather. Hmmm, yesss, very nice," He was mumbling, his hand mauling both her breasts. "Yes, so young and firm."
"Fath
