I tried to move my face to the side, trying to give my mouth just enough of a gap away from her crotch to catch more air into my lungs, but it was to ...o avail. I couldn't move at all as her powerful thighs kept my head locked tight in place.She could even tense her butt cheeks just enough to close off the strong sweetly smelly air around my nostrils for a few moments at a time. It was such a small confined space that within a minute, the oxygen at all but disappeared. All I was breathing in. 2...2...1 and a half....Or not. She wont stop. In fact, after a group of about 5 people walked passed, she spread her legs and started touching with gusto. She was side on to me so I couldn't see anything from the statue.I figured I had two options, stand, go home and tell the wife what happened, or do another lap and see if it is still possible to do anything. As I stood and started walking I noticed I was walking a bit closer than I really intended. Then, all of a sudden I just walked right. Tonight Joi was walking around the house in just a tank top and shorts. He watched her seeing that she wore no bra. Her tits were pushed against the tight material and he wanted to grab and squeeze them. Her ass swung as she walked across the room. His cock got hard watching her. At midnight when every one was asleep he walked into Joi's room naked. He pulled back the covers and got in beside her and grabbed her face. He told her "Tongiht you are going to be daddy's girl and make your daddy. "But Martha was not the only adulterer. She betrayed me with twenty-one men, most of them married, some of them friends of mine."I now know twelve of their names. And in this place of God, let them now face Him and answer for their sins!"In a grave voice Max read out a list from a card he pulled from his pocket. The names were like the tolling of a bell in the great space of the church. "Raymond Hunt ... Arthur Foster ... Ben Newton ... Henry Appleby ... Brian Spencer ... Peter Thomaston ....