...... they might make you want to do that sort of thing ......... a young boy like you might want to suck cock and that sort of stuff......... not th...t I've anything against it if you wanted to."He went to the truck and came back holding a small magazine. I was so excited.He didn't give it to me immediately, instead he stood flipping through the pages. "Yeh," he said after a moment, "you'll certainly be wanting to do this sort of thing when you see it," and he handed the magazine to me. I. ”“I know. Which is something I’ll discuss with him, along with my concerns about my medical training. I don’t think I can wait any longer, if the impression I have is correct.”“You’re very young to be a deacon if you aren’t going to be made a priest soon.”“True, but our parish needs a deacon and there is such a need for priests that the seminarians are all going to be assigned to parishes. Vladyka’s main concern there is finding suitable wives for the seminarians so he can ordain them! Not too. Her hips were thrusting up, trying to reach my mouth, but I kept kissing all around, without touching her slit. She was moaning, and finally whispered “Please”, so softly I could barely hear it, and I let my tongue slide up her slit. Her hips bucked, and I no more than touched her clit with my tongue than she exploded in a hard orgasm; her juices flowed onto the bedspread and my mouth and chin were covered in them.After five or six spasms, she began to relax, and I simply held her in my arms. ”“I’ll need to moan and groan as I’m being fucked or want to be fucked harder.”“Those, words or sounds you’re allowed to say that will enhance your pleasure. Make sure you let them know how much of a married slut you are.”“That’ll be easy. The more I’m fucked and suffer, the better I seem to feel.” Karen looked in the truck’s vanity mirror and again emptied her thoughts of love for her family. Her eyes looked dark and lifeless.Tanya shut off the engine, stepping out of the pickup. She wanted to.