“I have my workout stuff,” I said. “There might be a clean shirt in there.”“You can get a quick shower and change at my place,” he said. �...�I’ll lend you a pair of shorts.”“Okay, then,” I said. “Sounds great.”A couple of hours later we knocked off. I followed him home in his truck, got my gym bag out of my car and climbed the stairs to his apartment. He was waiting at the open door. “No more than two beers for me,” I said. “I gotta drive home.”Jason’s two-bedroom was small and sparsely furnished. They were so tantalizing. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians didn’t steal. A Christian shouldn’t want to wear something like this. And yet... I wanted to wear them.I squirmed, the heat rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from morning service. I had changed out of my pink dress, standing only in my bra and panties now. I wanted to put on some casual clothes, to do my homework, and relax around the house before evening service. All I could think about during church. We made love late into the night and fell into the sleep of the exhausted. This is the Angel of Mercy, calling Scotland pod zero-one-four. Scotland pod please respond. The short range radio crackled as we slept. It repeated this message several times before falling quiet. I woke in the morning and made breakfast for my wife before I woke her. Once we had eaten and went through our morning exercises, we started the morning checks. I could tell the time was weighing on us. We had quit double. Soon he is able to accommodate much more of the shaft and he lets the head breach deep into his throat, bobbing his head back and forth. With each thrust of his hungry mouth over Hal's dick, he strokes Dumptruck's dick harder and faster. He feels like he’s in dick heaven. After some time Dumptruck pulls his fat dick free from Chris' hand and slaps it against the boy's cheek. Chris gets the message. He stops blowing Hal and comes up for air. Then he grabs the base of both dicks to steady them.