In one fluid motion, you roll me onto my stomach, and pull my hips into the air. Leaning close behind me, your hands cup the round globes of my ass an... pull me toward your throbbing shaft. I am hot and ready for you, a guttural moan echoing from me as you thrust into my core. You thicken and moan your pleasure into my shoulder, your fingers plaited in the lengths of my hair. I shudder in ecstasy, as the tension not only mounts in the depths of my core, but radiates out from there to each. He’d put his name down for the last dance before supper and the last dance of the evening. It was a show of his intent to win the lady. That he had manoeuvred to her side and established a close connection, was also telling.I’d had fun studying the books Phil had given me on the journey here. One, in particular, was standing me in good stead. He’d given me a book on etiquette as was practised in Galena by high society. It also mentioned customs that were similar or different in Orient and. She said no it's not that, I'd love to take them all on but I wanted to be sure it was OK with you. I said they are all here for your pleasure, now go get started while I shower. She left me to join the guys while I got in a nice hot shower. I took extra long in the shower so the group could get going. I slipped on a pair of shorts and headed to the den. As I walked in I first saw Tim setting on the edge of the couch, my naked wife was bent over at the waist and was hungry sucking his cock. ”“Don’t you mean your mom? She broke her vows. Sure, your step-dad broke the social compact, but it was your mom who broke her vows.”“Very enlightened!”“Logical,” I replied. “He didn’t break any promise; he violated social customs. Your mom is the one who broke her promise. That doesn’t make it less sinful on either of their parts, but to me, violating your vows is a direct attack on your own soul.”“As a clergyman, what would you do about a cheater?”“That’s a priest’s job, not a deacon’s, thank.