Father Jack spoke for an hour or so and gave a pretty detailed lesson for the night. He talked a about Apostle Peter and Apostle Paul’s different ap...roaches to their faith. When Father Jack had finished we were allowed to move around and have discussion groups about what we had just learned. Now it was time for daddy to find out if Christine (mommy) was truly interested in me. I meandered over to mommy’s table and sat down next to her. I had all the confidence in the world because I knew that. You drill me harder after each breath I draw, your balls squashed up against my lips as you order me to lick your balls. i manage to get my tongue out over your thick cock and try to lick your balls as you grind your cock around trying to make me gag. i let you make me gag, because i know how hot that makes you, as i taste a bit of bile cum up, my eyes and nose are running. you slap my face ordering me to look at you, so my eyes meet yours. you want to see the tears in my eyes as i try to turn. Pizza boy to be turned into dog food for heroic dog. It could happen. It probably would happen. Besides, logically, I’m only attracted to her because she is female, and of a suitable age, and displays no obvious genetic flaws. No flaws at all. Not one. Perfection thou art thee. If I could just sit and listen to her voice, I would roll over and purr, if I didn’t drool all over myself, giggling idiotically. I shook myself mentally, this is not productive, Sean, logically, she would be involved. “I hate to say it, but your chairs in here are a bit uncomfortable,” Alan complains.“Is that your way of saying we need to go somewhere a bit more comfortable to get a bit more intimate?” she asks, raising her eyebrow up at him.“That’s what I’m here for, right?” he answers honestly.“The living room it is then,” she says, pushing off the edge of the counter and setting her glass down. No sooner are they in the room does a loud crash of thunder rattle the apartment. “Fuck, I hate storms,”.