My brother always used to go so early for Sunday school, and I never understood why until I found out what “Alter boy privileges” were – as in Discreet phone sex behind an altar! – I secretly followed him one morning just to see what was going on, and I was shocked to see him run back to the shack out behind the church. There was one window, and I stood on my tip toes so I could see inside. There, my brother was kneeling at the Priest’s feet and he way praying over him with his hand on my brother’s head. It took me a couple of seconds before I realized he wasn’t praying! My brother was getting face fucked by Father Donald! I was so shocked it blew my mind, but my little body responded in the hottest way a young teen still figuring out How to phone sex could! I found myself loving the way the fabric of my good Sunday School dress was rubbing on my little nipples, and somehow I slid my hand into my panties to play with my suddenly soaked slit! I was so turned on I couldn’t stop my voice from crying out a little, and I knew he was definitely able to hear me. They probably both could, even with all that slurping and bobbing. I wanted that to be me so much, I think it was one of the grand moments that led me to be the way I am today. I was so turned on my lust was escaping in waves, my body shivering as I watched Father Don shoot a huge, hot load of fresh Holy Cum right into my brother’s mouth while I fantasized about Little girl phone sex. My brother was crying as Father Don bent him over to fill his little behind up with the Tool of the Holy Spirit, Amen!