Once there, he asked, “Where do you live?”“Around the corner,” I responded.“Can I go home with you later?” he then asked.Perplexed and wit... trepidation, I hesitantly replied, “Okay, sure, if you like.”“Do you still want to dance some more?” he then asked.“Nah… I’m done.” I countered, still rather guarded.On the brief walk home, we barely spoke and my mind was in a total quandary. After we got to my place we were soon sitting in my lounge, with beers in hand.“My girlfriend threw me out tonight,”. To do something that would get her banished once and for all from his sight—and, more important, from the withering looks and wagging tongues of any of his parishioners. Hiram Leffler had been the answer to her dream, or at least the closest thing to an answer that she’d seen in this dreary town. True he was almost as old as her father, and nearly as stern and serious. But that was a given with preachers. The difference was that Hiram Leffler was an itinerate preacher. That meant that he had. I took a chance and decided to grab her and push her against the wall and kiss her. She immediately kissed me back. Our tongues explored each other. I pushed my growing penis against her stomach to let her know what I wanted. When she grabbed it with her hand and pumped it through my shorts I knew she wanted it too. We came up for air and decided we should get back to Carmen.When we got back to the bar I think Carman could she Michelle's smeared lipstick and traces of red lipstick on my. ”. She motions me to get up. And she lies in n my place. She pulls my cock toward her and I straddle her chest, “here fuck my tits and cum on them baby”, she pushes them together around my cock, it is wet and starts to slide easily between them. She looks up at me, “your cock tastes so good baby, her put it in my mouth while you fuck my tits”, I push up a little higher and she opens her mouth so the tip goes in. She drags her tongue up the sensitive underside and occasionally closes her mouth.