Carol arrives

The door to the cafe opens, and in enters a vision.

A very young lady enters, wearing blue high heels, with lace ties up a shapely calf. The calf leads up to a thigh, which half-stumbles into the cafe with another thigh, There is a furry brown bush between them, obscured partly by the half-crouched stance of the woman that came in with it. Above a slim torso sits two C-cup breasts, adorned by two pink areaolas and two very, very stiff nipples. A small silver chain dangles from one nipple, with a little blue stone at the bottom. A fashionable white purse dangles from a spaghetti cord from a bare shoulder. A blue leather collar with small white pearls wraps around a slender neck. A beautifully feminine face, with rosy lips and a narrow nose, is set in an expression of anxiety, below a well-done brown up-do.

Carol looks and sees you. Her entire body is flushed red. Seeing that you're the only man in the cafe just now, she approaches. Her muscles are taut with nervous tension. "Father... John?" She asks tentatively.

"That's me," you say, a bit puzzled by the title. "You must be Carol."

Carol sobs. Her left hand shoots down to her thatch. "Oh thank you God," she whimpers. "I thought I'd never get here, I thought you might leave." She furiously frigs herself as she stumbles towards you.

You move towards her. "Are you okay?" you ask. She doesn't seem in a good way.

She clasps herself to you and kisses you passionately, as she uses her left to grasp at your rod. She breaks the kiss, panting. "I need spiritual guidance so badly," she begs. "Please fill my cunt with your throbbing manhood, I'll do anything!"

You hurriedly open up your trousers once more, and free your cock. Carol moans as it comes into sight, and awkwardly widens her stance. "Yes, God, come in to me!"

You sit down, and help Carol to climb up on to you. She impales herself onto your cock with a sob, and immediately starts shuddering. "Oh God yes," she whimpers. She cries as her hot, wet sex convulses on your member, and then falls forward to cry on your shoulder, shuddering on your lap.

You hold Carol, awkwardly, your manhood still buried in her pussy. After a moment, she pulls herself up to look you in the eyes. "Thank you God," she says, shakily and a bit uncertainly. "I need your help, badly."