“So are you ready to go home, or are you in love?”“I am ready to go home. I’ll pack and ride with you, if you are okay with it. Lamar left me ...esterday and took the car I paid for. I was looking for an excuse to head home anyway,” she said.“I’ll carry your bags,” I said. “So how was the vacation?”“Better than an old lady cruise,” she admitted. “Of course I’m sore now and in a lot of new places. It had been a long time since I was with a man, even then his tools were much smaller.”“Too much. May's hands and mouth brought my Johnson back to life much to her delight, "Oh look Joe it’s hard again, college boy wasn't lying he really is a sex machine," Angel laughed, Joe was quiet again. I was learning to fear her when she said nothing. May leaned back on the couch and said, "Ok stud fuck me with your rhythm stick" Angel got behind me and pushed me forward into May and my cock easily slipped into her wet pussy. I then felt her hand rub my asshole with jelly. We had a good rhythm going. But this morning Father Jim’s voice gave up mid-supplication, as the thought impinged upon his intercessions: “Am I a hypocrite?” Actually, this was a thought which frequently went through his mind. The answer, of course, was yes: regularly, deliberately, and with full foreknowledge, every Friday night – and he knew it. For hypocrite though he was, he was neither stupid nor deluded. He had learnt to corral his fleshly weakness into one weekly episode, and it would soon be, gratias Deo, effaced. "Forgive the intrusion, miss," he said sarcastically, "but we saw you napping out by the pool, and, since we knew the owners of the place are gone for the weekend, we decided that we just had to see if your pussy was as good as we imagined."Laura bit into the hand on her mouth and screamed as it was pulled away. The men merely laughed. "Screaming won't do you any good. We've already taken care of the boy, and none of the neighbors are close enough to hear. We've been here for a while now, but.