Father Robertson takes charge

"Father," you whisper, "how may I serve the Lord?"

"Mmmmmm, my child," his hands find your breasts and he gently cups them through the fabric of your tanktop. "My how you've grown."

"I've been so sinful, Father," you cry as he kneads your tits in his liver-spotted hands.

"Such a...," he pushes your tits together so your soft flesh bulges out of the top of your tank top, "such a bountiful girl you've become, my child. Show them...let me see them."

You pull your tanktop up over head, revealing your lace-fringed pink bra overflowing with the soft flesh of your D-cups.

"So many," you reach your fingers up to the lace fringe of each cup, "hard...cocks have been in me today, Father."

You drag the cups down below your tits, revealing your small areolas and your hard pink nipples.

"I'm just so sinful...," you gasp as Father Robertson buries his face in your tits.

"Oh, my, Father!" You giggle.

You cradle the old man's face against your breasts. He ravishes your tits, squeezing them and licking and sucking your nipples. He crushes them together and bites your tits hard enough to make you shriek. He's becoming frantic, overcome with lust. As he slurps on your nipples he roughly yanks down your pyjama pants and begins rubbing your pussy through your thong.

Father Robertson lets go of your slippery slit long enough to unbuckle his belt and drop his trousers around his ankles. You gaze down between your big tits at the old man's pecker pointed right at you.

"Oh, Father, it's very big," you remark with delight.