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Tania huddled against me in the back of the rather chilly sanctuary of St. Mark?s United Church as the minister droned through a Bible reading. Resting her head on my shoulder, my girlfriend lightly stroked my thigh with her fingers. As the reading ended, the congregation stood for a hymn and, a bit reluctantly, we joined them. Candles and dim lights were the only illumination as the congregation celebrated Christmas Eve.My girlfriend and I weren?t usually churchgoing types. Tania followed a rather personal and quirky blend of paganism and Buddhism. I was an atheist with only vaguely spiritual inclinations. However, on this evening, we were in church because of my family.Mom insisted that all family members go to Christmas Eve service at the old family church, even us heathens. She also made Tania and I sleep in separate rooms when we came down for the holidays, even though we were both twenty-five and had been living together for two years. It was her rather unsubtle way of pressuring us into getting married, I guess.We sat down beşevler escort (http://eryamansu.com/ad-category/besevler-escort/) at the end of the hymn and Tania cuddled up beside me again as the Sunday School?s Christmas play got under way. Her hand crept between my thighs and gave my cock a gentle squeeze. In the semi-darkness, I doubted that anyone noticed. My dick responded by starting to wake up.?I am so fucking horny, Dean,? she hissed in my ear, ?We have got to do it tonight. Seriously.?Tania and I had managed to get a small back pew to ourselves rather than sitting in the family pew by pleading that Tania was feeling a bit unwell. The real issue was my girlfriend?s approaching period. And, as always, Tania?s sex drive was surging as her period loomed. The best relief for her PMS was lots of good, hard fucking.My beloved was normally fairly reserved sexually, though far from chaste. However, there were times, such as before her period, when Tania could turn sexually ravenous. At home, or if we were on vacation together, cebeci escort (http://eryamansu.com/ad-category/cebeci-escort/) it was no problem. We just spent a day or so having sex repeatedly until Tania?s needs were more or less met. That occasionally meant stretching my staying power to the limit, but I wasn?t complaining. Staying with my family for the holiday, though, was making it difficult to get in even one bout of nookie.?Look ill,? I whispered as a plan came to mind, ?And follow my lead.?Tania flashed me a sly grin, then slumped back and closed her eyes.?I feel a bit faint, baby,? she said.?Let?s go out,? I said a bit louder, hoping someone nearby would overhear to give us an alibi, ?You look like you need some air.??Okay,? she said weakly, acting her part perfectly.Once out of the sanctuary, I led Tania down the back stairs. At the bottom was the church parlour, a cozy little room with a couple couches and some chairs. It was where the youth group had met back when I was still living at home and attending the kolej escort (http://eryamansu.com/ad-category/kolej-escort/) church. Assuming it was empty, it would serve as a good spot for a quickie.Reaching the parlour, I eased the door shut and flicked a small table lamp on. There were other lights, but I figured this one would be less likely to be noticed. Then I saw a Christmas tree in the corner. Smiling, I put its lights on, then turned the lamp off. The coloured illumination wasn?t very bright but would be enough for what we were up to and was more atmospheric than a simple lamp.Tania smiled sweetly at me and slipped off her coat. I looked her over, wondering at how beautiful she looked in the tree lights. Then I swept Tania into my arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. I covered her face and neck with kisses, then gently bit the soft flesh at the base of her neck.?Ow,? she giggled, but didn?t resist.Grabbing the hem of Tania?s turtleneck, I pulled it up. She had already undone her bra clasp, so I pulled the cups up to bare her ample breasts. My girlfriend was a large woman in many respects and her E-cup tits weren?t exactly perky; more like big, soft pillows. That softness made them one of my favorite parts of her body. Taking her tits in my hands, I relished the feel of that soft flesh in my fingers.As I roughly kneaded my girlfriend?s boobs, my thumbs pressed on her big erect nips and rubbed them.