Although the rain had just stopped and the road was quite clear and it was safer for a journeying than the few hr ago, Amber, a 27 blonde little girl with 30 inches boobs, was driving a 1990 Acura fable coupe along the road for business organization in another state. She had decided she needed to require a time out for herself ( and her car ) after the tenacious orbit driving. If her retentiveness did not miss, there was a rest period plosive along this road because she driven on this road a few calendar month ago.

She noticed a road sign that said `` 1 Km. to the rest stoppage, '' and she did not hesitate to reach that goal.

The rest stop looked quiet down. A small public convenience, 2 gazebos, a few lampposts and an old telephone John Wilkes Booth were the lonesome necessaries among the hollow car Park, with a bus diaphragm nearly. Her old coupe was the only car in this spot at that fourth dimension. The raging landscape around the rest stop and a want of motorcar passing on the road made this place seem so much like a horror flick 's atmosphere, but for her it was better than null and she took a few arcminute rest before going on.

She saw a person besides hersing in this unruffled sleep stop after she parked her car. Nearby in one of the summerhouse was a fat man in his 50s with pudgy nerve. He was mostly bald except a few curt greyness hair on the sides. She that that he was a friar judging by the brown use and rood chain he was wearing, and from the bombastic haversack and articulatio humeri bag ( that looked as worn and faded as his use ) beside him. She thought that he might be travelling to somewhere that 's quite so far from here.

'' Good eventide brother, go to Hemmingford ? '' she greeted him after first getting out of her car.

'' No my child, I am going to the monastery in Getlin, It 's on this way as same as Hemmingford but there is a play 20 air mile before reaching Hemmingford to go to Getlin. I am waiting for the side by side bus and hopefully it gets here before dark. '' The fat mendicant said.

'' Oh, that intersection is 80 sea mile from here and the jitney do n't run often on this route after the new super highway opened. Do you want to exact a ride with me brother ? '' she said and offered a ride to him, making the fat friar feel surprised and gave him a dilemma to take over her kindness, because the vows of impoverishment and chastity he had held for hisentire life, but now a ma'am who is Brigham Young enough to be his daughter is offered him a ride in her luxury car.

'' I know you took vows of poverty and chastity, but I 'm also not a strict Christian, and the bible said we should help neighbor and people who need help in the way as we can. The distance from here to Getlin is very far and the sun will down in few hours. I am driving the same way as you are going brother. '' She insisted kindly, which make the fat mendicant grin little bit nervously.

'' If you wish to offer, I also accept you kindness my nestling '' the fat friar said kindly.

They had a small chat for a few mo while the fat friar prepared his belongings and while amber swept out the litter from her car and checked the engine and fluids. She learned his figure was Benedict and the reason why he had to go to the monastery in Getlin was because they had only 2 friar on duty and one had just passed on from the old age. He was ordered to be at the monastery, and after he got off the bus at the A-one highway, he had walked nearly 30 miles to this residuum stop. `` So tragic '' is what she thought of his journey.

They chatted like Quaker but in the appropriate and polite way while driving along the road, mostly about their journey and anything that was n't private topics. Everything looked exquisitely until half way to Getlin-Hemingford crossing, when a wild rabbit ran onto the road in front of them suddenly. Thanks to her drive skill and the corking pasture brake system they avoided crashing with anything on the road. It only shook them up, and made mendicant benedick hold his rood and thank God.

Amber 's shock became distraint when she realized the personnel from braking made the coffee cup in the bearer move and spill deep brown on her skirt making a quite large strain. friar benedict asked her to simmer down down as she wass cleaning it with tissues that the fat friar had just given her.

But when she pulled up her doll to clean the spill she revealed more her branch to his spate, nearly to her crotch, the friar felt like it was stuck in his brain although he turn his grimace in another way, and then he noticed that his pole got backbreaking and bulged out his habit like a tent. He brought his shoulder bag to cover it and acted like he was finding something in the bag. It was his only choice to shroud his overplus from the girl, and luckily she had not noticed and went back to the driving normally after she finished cleaning her stain, or so he thought.

She had n't quite seen it at first and but it stuck in her judgement, and instead of feel disgusted, or seeing him as a pervert non-Christian priest, or wanting to stop over the car and contrive him and his holding out of her car and leave him at the wayside, she still drove and found herself strangely and inappropriately aroused. This man was not her case, unattractive, and he was the man of the material who had made a vow of chastity, but now her kitty-cat was so wet. Now she feel horny from this incident but still tried to act like aught happened, the same as the fat friar.

It was only 5 miles to the Getlin-Hemingford carrefour, the fat friar 's destination, and he was still covering his genital organ with his shoulder bag and everything was still in her mind and she could n't hold it in anymore.

She turned the car into some wood beside the road, shifted the gear mechanism to P, and locked her heart on the fat friar who now looked so nervous at her parking the car there.

'' What 's going on my tyke '' he asked calmly. Amber gave a wicked smile to him before saying something.

'' Do n't panic brother, I know what happened to you, and it 's my fault that made it, and I will resolve this passel of yours, brother '' she said and pulled the shoulder joint bag out of the fat friar 's lap, exposing that his pole was still severe.

'' I 'm so sorry my child, I do n't remember ... '' before he finished his words, she silenced him with a kiss, gentle but business firm. The fat mendicant felt his unscathed body go numb when her delicate lip touched his raspy midst sass.

Instead of doing anything to break this sinful secret plan, he responded to her not a holy person, but as a man. The fat mendicant pulled her close and returned her kiss, sucking her touchy tongue into his slapdash mouth. Her hand moved over his barefaced head and grey hair and she placed another hand on his large belly, feeling the curve of his completely body. She paused and smiling at his face that was now flushed red with lustfulness as her hand pulled up the hem of his habit. The thick 10-inch cock rose like a wild snake with a lilliputian bit of pre-cum on the tip. She was so surprised that a fat onetime man like him had a big and fatheaded member like this.

'' brother Ben, you are so big, let me take it '' she said naughtily while jacking it slowly. She lowered her face to his crotch. The smell of his unwashed body and the travail from the whole day rising from his old thick meat and wrinkly balls hit her nostril and gather her horny mood, she breath it as much as she can for this odor, before lavished her tongue and mouth onto his virgin dick.

Having the immature missy 's cavum enveloping and swirling his tool made the fat mendicant groan in fervour. His middle were half-closed while getting the cock sucking from the youthful mouth. He let the sin of lust takings over himself with a neat touch he had never known until now.

He was breathing faster and placed both of his meaty manpower on her principal like he did n't want her to hold on what she was doing. A few minutes later after she thought that he 's rock hard enough and nearly cook to cum ( from the tone of his moaning ), she stopped and freed his prick from her lip. The fat friar panted and looked down at her face with the grimace manifestation of `` please go on my child. '' She smiled with a teasing looking at before making another surprise by reaching her helping hand to the seat adjust control panel beside his buns and laid it slowly down, then she climbed up and leaned herself on his rotund form and removed her blouse.

After her bra was unmake and her sexy breasts with hard Brown University mammilla were exposed to the fat mendicant 's eyes, his lustful inherent aptitude made him guide his head to them, sucking and kissing them arduous but gentle, sending heart rate of heat energy through her the completely time his old mouth met her sensitive mammilla. She pulled her skirt up and guided his almost-monster tool to the entranceway of her wet pussy. The fat previous man wailed the Same time as the Lester Willis Young dame felt like she was hit with smack when she sank her cunt on to his dig, the full length, all at once. He pulled her to get a mystifying and passionate candy kiss while gold began rocking up and down on him. The joy consumed them both so quickly, she rode him harder and faster in the gross musical rhythm. They were sweating and grunting like animals mating, and did n't care that they were only few yards from the route incline.

His groaning was a sign ot amber that he was cumming. She was driven over the edge of herself when the 1st spurt of clog ointment hit her cunt, the thick potent seed that he had saved in his balls for decades was now pumping inside her cervix of her uterus. She cried in joy and hugged his monumental form while he shot load after load of his cum into her until the death jet.

They sobbed and panted. They were soaked with sweat although the air conditioning was turned on in the nerveless mode. She gave him another candy kiss before they looked into each other 's eyes and giggled a little bit. They spoke as a lovers do after hot passion while she still rested on his wide organic structure, and his rooster still inside her until they get recovered and were ready to cover their journey.

She drove him to Getlin directly, the Ithiel Town was so minuscule and nearly abandoned because the former mining manufacture complex shut down nearly half a 100 before. The monastery mendicant Benedict was sent to looked so antediluvian and peaceful. They wanted one last candy kiss to say goodbye but were afraid of some early viewers that might be in that shoes. He only wished her the lot and gave thanks for her kindness, including a telephone number exchange.

She followed her route back and reached her name and address finally. Her business in Hemmingford went as well as it had in the past times, but this head trip to the monastery and the friar Benedict 's abidance was `` another rest diaphragm '' in the paying back trip-up .