Yellow leaves diffusing bright sunlight as a soothing breeze stirred the branches overhead into a natural musicality. A favourite place in a favoured ...eason. Yet to be found wanting in times of mental turmoil. Sang-froid returning she allowed her eyes to flicker open and wander the thick, white-painted, walls of the cellar; confidence in it’s sanctity total. And calming. Down here it was quiet. Preternaturally so. Not even the thunder of lorries, hurtling clockwise or anti around the motorway. He then refused me communion and I gave up on church at that point.“Now, their views and yours are quite different on this matter, both at their root and their implementation. I think it’s a good thing that the Orthodox Church ordains married men. Granted, your bishops are selected only from celibate priests and monks, but most parish priests are married. That priest back home was required to be celibate while you’re married and have two pre-teen sons.”“Was fourteen when you became sexually. That morning she continually distracted me with text messages. ‘I got so hot thinking about you I shut the office door and played with myself’ ‘Why don’t you stop by the office and I’ll fuck you in the bathroom?’ (we work on opposite sides of the city so that was not possible). ‘My panties are so wet right now’ I was, frankly, flabbergasted. My wife is one of those people who never mix business with pleasure. Work is for work — get it out of the way, then go home and play. Whatever had gotten. "Then he pushed and Keith pushed back in response and then it happened, Keith was impaled on the massive cock and for a moment he blacked out as he passed that second point in the ass that only some men can go. Keith could feel every vein and felt his pulse as his dick throbbed in his bowels.Mike was a master fucker, he must have fucked Keith for at least 20 minutes, and he now understood just why his wife was always in a happy mood. "I'm going to come soon" left Keith’s lipsMike responded..