As I was shaking my head, either in bewilderment at how things hadturned out, or in a vain attempt to dislodge these thoughts from thecentre of my min..., the water abruptly stopped flowing from the shower. Iopened my eyes in surprise at this and, in my intense efforts to try andmake sense of the events of the previous few weeks, I had clearlydetached myself from the world and hadn't noticed Becky entering thebathroom and turning off the shower."Right, dry yourself quickly," she said as she. ”Fontane stared before his simple response, “So?”“You were...”“I was what, Simon?”Well, if the old man was going to brazenly push the issue, then so would Dott!“I saw you. You were on the sofa and you were...you were fucking that boy!”“Oh that? Don’t worry about it.”“How could I not worry about it? Sodomy is against our vows as well as your doctrine.”“Sodomy?” Fontane laughed. “Wasn’t no sodomy.”“Everett, you were spooning him and fucking him from behind. What else would you call it?”“Yeah, I. ..I'll get the AC going, and Shannon and I will get the last of the tools in the trailer..." Thank you, Mr. Lyons!" and she skirted up into the front passenger seat as I held the door.I drove them back with some small talk along the way, and dropped them off at their driveway down the road. I returned to my house thinking of Jessie. Even though I was still hot and sweaty (and horny for that young vixen I just met) I pulled up some porn as I sat down in a patio lounger on my back porch. ”She ignores my silent pleas and forces me over on my face. “Pull your knees up,” she orders, giving me hard slaps on the buttocks. I bring my knees up under my body. My hands are tied behind me and my face is buried in a pillow. My ass is raised in the air making a most inviting target for her big rod.My mistress takes her finger, moistened by rubbing her wet cunt, and slips it into my asshole. Then she mounts me from the rear. I can feel the head of the massive dildo press-ing against my.