God willing."We all partook of a session of prayer. At first I was a little embarrassed, there's no way you could have called me a religious guy, but ...oon their own conviction became infectious and I began to speak in earnest. The older prayers to the pagan allies were also a strange mixture with their Christianity but it began to feel more and more right as I listened to them. I could begin to feel definite effects of our words inside me as their energy began to replenish my emotions. By the. “Father Mark. Let’s leave it at that,” I smiled, though somewhat flirtatiously, just not too brazen about it ... it was intended to sound unintentional and playful.“Okay, Father Mark. I’m Sister Amanda. Nice to meet you. I can’t say that I’ve ever heard of a Father Mark in this parish at all,” the thirtysomething nun answered, but something in her mood changed, becoming more relaxed, calmer, less guarded around me.“No, I don’t believe that you would. I’ve only taken holy orders very recently. "Where would you likethese?" On the work bench is okay and I'll take the picnic hamper into thekitchen." I looked him over. "Can you get yourself something to eat andI'll pop into town and get you a pair of Chinos, a shirt and we canborrow a sombrero when we go to the restaurant, they keep a few forcustomers and some ponchos. We can have fun."He looked doubtful. "I have to be on site at eleven in the morning andthat means leaving home no later than ten, are we having a late night?" No, I did. Dan loved the tight feeling of his friend's back door, and Jim couldn't get enough; he was constantly begging for more. Dan's assfucking, combined with his own grinding against the bed, soon set Jim off on a series of multiple orgasms. But the grand finale hit just as Dan's grunting took on a more insistent tone and his ass-pumping went into overdrive. As the orgasm of his life was coursing through Jim's body, he felt his friend's hot cum shooting up into his ass, filling his insides. As Dan.