I pushed the handle in a little way but couldn't,t get myself to push it any further when it hit my barrier and it was so cold not like Mr. Thomas,s c...ck which had been so hot. I was rubbing my clit almost to an orgasm when my mom called up to my room to get up for breakfast and do my Saturday chores. At breakfast I asked mom if I could do odd jobs for Mr. Thomas doing chores and yard work as he had said that he was kind of looking for someone to help when I had been there yesterday selling. ’ she whispers into my ear softly, rubbing my legs gently. Kayla has always been a party animal, even when I met her in middle school. She would always have a good time, no matter what the situation was and always tried to make those around her happy as well. She also has a reputation for being the most…friendly person in the band. ‘I just wish there was something I could do to make you feel better.’ She whispers seductively as her hand inches closer to my growing erection. I hear her giggle. I respect you, and what you believe. You know that, which is why you asked me to make my promise.”“And the Church’s teaching on this?”“Is the source of severe internal conflict. That’s what my mom and I talked about the Summer after I graduated.”“Do you regret it?”“That’s a difficult question, really. Jocelyn’s accident changed everything.”“Because you two would have most likely married, right?”I nodded, “Yes. And then I would have only been with the person I’d married. Now that’s no longer. Rope after rope of thick, creamy cum coated Sams throat. Ethans eyelids flickered, his knees wobbled, his breath ragged. Fuck. Slowly, he pulled his cock out of Sams throat, slipping it past his lips to clean the still pulsing head. Sams throat was sore and his mouth ached from the throat-fucking. He swallowed with a grimace, trying to stomach the endless amount of cum Ethan had shot into him. Then he licked his dry lips and looked up at Ethan once more, at the twitching semi-erect monster that.