Father Greene!

Laura leaned forward against the car and stuck her blonde head through the car's open window, her impressive DD breasts resting on the ledge, barely contained in her tight little tank top. "Laura, is that you?" the driver's voice sounded familiar but it took a moment for the busty teen to recognize him.

"Father Greene!" she greeted the 55 year-old African priest with a smile, the gold cross tucked seductively between her massive breasts luring his eye down her low-cut top. "I'm hoping I might be able to get some donations." Father Greene swallowed hard and his ebony cock sprang to attention as his eyes traveled over the curvy teen's tight little body dressed in her daring little outfit and he began to have some not so 'saintly' thoughts about the young white girl.

"That's very nice but you really shouldn't be out her all alone. This is not a very safe neighborhood," he told the naive suburban girl.

"Hey, I'm not afraid," Laura declared confidently. "I'm going to Africa, and that's way more dangerous!"

The old man's mind was racing a mile a minute as he imagined what might have happened to the busty blonde if she'd run into a pimp or a street gang. Or the sort of things the boys back in Africa would do with a little blonde cocktease like this. "Why don't you hop inside for a moment?"