Jones said that I can sleep with him tonight after I service the homeless men." Oh I see. When a handsome man like Rev. Jones invites you to share h...s bed, you had best take your douche kit, and I'll pack you one of your pretty baby doll jamies with a change of underwear. Hee! Hee!" Yes, that would be a good idea. You're right, just as you told me, I should always be prepared for an unexpected hard-on coming my way." It's always best to be prepared." You're right mother. Anyway, Rev. . You start slowing grinding your hips back and forth, letting most of the dick slide in and out of my ass at will. Your goal here isn't the mad, furious, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as much continued, heavy pressure on my most sensitive spot as you can, until my cock explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no contact on my dick whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to make me cum as much and hard as you can, since you have something. Just a grunted 'goodnight' and she went out.Hearing the bus engine brought my mind back to reality and I almostjogged to the stop, my heels slipping on the wet pavement. Made it withmoments to spare. Living so far out in suburbia means I always get aseat. The drive takes almost an hour and the passengers are all menlike me, travelling into their jobs as secretaries, clerks, cleaners,and tellers. Everyone is well made up and while some of the clothes arecheaper than others they are all designed. Joey Vella, Pete DiDeo, Sean Connor and myself, Bob Cox, yeah, I know 'spot the Aussie'. The beer came via Sean's big brother Ray, we are all seventeen and underage for buying booze.Sunday mass was over and it was a perfect day for fishing, we had just dropped our cray traps in and were about to return to the first trap and have a beer, when we spotted young Jimmy Quinn sitting on the bank looking very upset. "What's up Jimmy?" asked Joey, "that bloody Father Ryan is what's up" he replied. "He.