For some reason, I was one of the people-mostly men-that weren't impressed with him. Maybe it was the way he talked to me when he visited our home, ma...be it was the way he eyeballed my then 16 year old daughters, maybe it was the way he touched my wife and the innuendo I thought I detected in his conversations with her and many other wives in the flock. Whatever the cause, just by my dislike of him he had began driving a wedge between Sarah and myself.One of the first things the right Reverend. That led to a huge fight and her allegations that I didn’t love her and so on. We had barely spoken the rest of the week and tomorrow I was leaving for Vegas for a business trip. We usually have great sex the night before I leave, helps to keep me satisfied until I get home. That night we had sex but Jill just lay there while I fucked her missionary. She didn’t even get up to clean herself up after I dumped my load into her.The next morning I woke early to catch my ride to the airport. The. .." But..." He was nice to you?" Yeah."That wasn't all of it, either. "Spit it out, Son. There's nothing you can say that will set me off." I think he, uh, likes my ass," Pete said finally."Okay," I replied, "How do you feel about that?" Weird." Weird, how?" Well..."I chuckled. "Son, I can read you like a book, so just come out with it." It, uh, might be nice..." Might be," I agreed."I've never done it." Well, you can ask him -- or are you asking me?" I asked."I, uh, you..." He hung his. I shift a little closer, my unprotected cock waving in the open sunshine. It brushes your hip, and you wiggle your hips against it, searching for it. You moan again, "Ohhh, fuck me please..." I touch my hand to my lips and taste you. My head swims as you moan deep in your throat. You are sweet, aroused, and likely very fertile. A drop of precum mingles with your wetness as I slide my cock between your perfect ass cheeks. You drop your head and grind against me, sliding your pussy up and down.