"I know what you mean," he tells her, his c**k stirring at the possibilities that this conversation provides. She looks up at him, just staring, like she's making up her mind about something.
"I've seen you watching me in church," she says, moving closer to him. "You don't look like you're thinking sacred thoughts."
"I'm not," he answers, looking down at her as she stands inches from him. Her breasts swell against the fabric of her blouse when she takes a deep breath.
"Maybe we could help each other, you know, and keep it in the family," she blurts out, reaching her hand out towards his waist. He nervously jumps back and looks around to make sure no one else is here.
"Don't worry," she laughs. "I'm not going to attack you out here." Reaching out again, she unclips his cell phone from h
