Judy was soaking up some sun in her back yard. She was startled when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned over without thinking. She had forgotten that she had her top unhooked and her big, beautiful tits were plainly revealed. She remembered her naked tits as soon as she saw the look of astonishment on the white-haired man's face. She very quickly pulled her twin peaks back into the halter top, but not before the Reverend Ronald Whitehead had gotten good look.

"Why, Reverend Whitehead," Judy said, blushing pink. "I didn't expect anyone back here."

"That's uh, obvious," Reverend Whitehead said. "I didn't mean to catch you by surprise. I was looking for Buford."

"He's not here," Judy said. "He went by the church this morning. He said he had some more work to do."

"That's what I wanted to talk with him about," the Reverend said. "I guess he's still there."

"I guess he is," Judy said.

Judy expected the Reverend to leave. Instead he remained where he was. She wondered what he was thinking until she noticed the bulge at the front of his trousers. The horny old bastard was getting turned on looking at her. Perhaps it was the shock value of seeing her naked tits so closely. It made him forgot all about his religious training. At tat moment he was only another stud in heat.

Ordinarily a man like Reverend Whitehead wouldn't have interested Judy. He was not young enough. Yet, there was something exciting about turning on a man of the cloth.