It was the first thing Paulina crossed to. It was empty. Throwing the letter on the bed, Paulina went to the drawers, upon opening them, everything wa... folded neatly, t-shirts, socks, boxer shorts, the whole lot. Paulina took a step back and sat on the bed. Thinking for a moment she quickly knelt on the floor and looked under the bed. Again there was nothing there. A noticeboard in the corner caught her eye. Next to the calendar there was a note, scribbled in her Son's. Call 720-555-1576 for details.”My four-year enlistment in the Air Force was coming to a close at the end of next month and we’d be leaving Lowry, the doomed Air Base, scheduled for closing within a few months. A free, three-month vacation in paradise before I started the search for a new job sounded great. The added perk of fertility assistance made it particularly interesting; but we had serious doubts about it. At best, this was some kind of experimental fertility clinic, but on the other. She wouldn't mind sharing him with me. But first she would have to prepare me to receive him. She had me get on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Then she lubed up my cock and started jacking me off. While stroking my cock she put a lubed finger against my back hole and pressed it in just to the first knuckle. There she wiggled the finger around until my asshole began to relax. Her finger in my ass felt really good together with the handjob she was applying to my cock. Soon. This is my first time back to any church in years. Am lonely so thought I would give it another try.”“Let me show you where the coffee is. Want to have a cup?”“Sure.” I strolled behind her to check out her heart-shaped-ass. My mind flashed to the thought of pulling her off into one of the storage rooms along the corridor so that I could shove my cock in her mouth for a little post-mass delight.C2 “Why doesn’t your husband or son join you at Church?” I asked a couple of weeks later, over a latte.