I ran my hands up and down his back, bringing them to his firm butt, squeezing. He was working me with rhythmic strokes, enjoying the feel of each ot...er, the smell of our union, the sounds of our bodies. Knowing the pleasure we were giving each other was only adding to the immense pleasure. That was the key. We were doing this together, for each other. United, as one. Our bodies joined in the deeply intimate, infinitely pleasurable dance of sex. And not just bodies. Not just any man. Time was obviously of the essence and with that knowledge Brad fucked her hard and fast from the very first stroke, while Stella assaulted Carly’s clit with her tongue, licking it in the fast side-to-side motion she knew was a sure way to make their girlfriend cum in record time. It was lucky they were the only ones in the building because the volume of Stella’s moans, Carly’s cries and Brad’s groans was a dead giveaway of the pleasure being given and received in the modestly sized office.. Ace lifts her from the desk and as he stands up, he let his strength lift and drops her to his cock, faster and faster as she moans loader. ‘Ohhhh Ace aaaahhhhhh…..’ Slamming her on the wall he pins her there with his weight as he fucks her harder and harder. ‘Don’t you dare cum yet Macie,’ he instructed her, ‘I want you to cum with me.’ Moaning she nodded her approval as her sex is pumped in and out again and again. Letting her feet touch the ground once again, he turns her around and takes. All that with a view of the fishermen and their boats coming and going. It was a win, win.It was on a sunny day late in March, when I was approached by the right Right Reverend White. At that moment I was sitting on a picnic table in the city park and marina. “You are the one they call Deacon Andrews?” the man in the dark suit asked.“I’m the one some people call Deacon. No one who knows me uses both names together. So what can I do for you?” I asked.“I’m in need of a partner in the homeless.