“Are you going to tell dad?” I asked sounding wounded while I tried to will my cock to go down.“move closer” she said spreading her legs a lit...le wider and I walked on my knees toward the couch.“You can take a really good look if you like, or get up and leave the room, but if you leave don’t let me ever catch you spying on me again!” she said sternly, “either way, it will always be OUR secret and your dad and sister will never know”When she said, “closer look” I’d caught a whiff of hot, musty. There was a great sigh when I put my hand directly on his penis. “Are you okay?”Of course he was, but I was trying to disguise the reason for his sigh. Dave said he was fine while shrugging an apology for potentially attracting unwanted attention. His dick had to come out. Dave was putty in my hand. Warm, pulsating putty is exactly what I wanted. I tugged him gently, keeping him hard and very happy, while not being too obvious about it.Whenever the flight attendant came by I pulled my hand. According to what I had been told, the town had given the most girls for sacrifice over the many years. As the long minutes went on and everyone processed what had happened and the lack of any ramifications, there was a moaning sound from the men and women gathered and even from a few priests. Other priests began to look concerned. I think the seriousness of their situation was beginning to dawn upon them.A man and the woman next to him began to walk toward a priest with anger in their eyes.. There was an undeniable chink in the armor of my masculinity. Sucking just one cock would forever make me a cocksucker, and I wasn't comfortable with the thought. I began to feel shame and regret for what I'd done. Funny where the mind goes in the afterglow of orgasm. I could feel the weight of that reality grow heavy on me as I felt my still dripping face grow red. I knew that I'd forever deny that evening had ever happened. I silently sat in self-degradation as the two men got up. But rather.