Stuart is the only thing on my mind as I lay my headdown on my pillow and slowly drift off to sleep..."Hey Jamie!" Stuart says, poking his head around...my bedroom door."Hi Stu!" I say, arranging myself into a seating position, beforestanding up and allowing my loose dress to fall to the floor. Almostinstantly, Stuart is naked too, his long, glistening penis standingfully erect as he kisses me deeply. I allow any resistance to leave mybody as Stuart lowers my naked form onto my bed, his penis. "My wife and I invite you back to my place for tea and cake," I paused. "And I'm sure we can find some single malt too." Cheers erupted again. I turned to the Archbishop, a sudden need gripping me. "Forgive me father for I have sinned," I said. "I feel an urgent need to confess." Really?" The Archbishop asked, perplexed. But Bernhardt just laughed at me again, without doubt instantly understanding where I was going with this. He handed me a bottle of communion wine, which I took a long hard. With his strong hand cupping the back of her neck, he rubbed her face against him. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” She nodded, knowing that she was forbidden to speak unless told to do so. “You want my cock in your mouth, don’t you?” She opened her mouth wider to show that that was exactly what she wanted. What she needed. Still holding the back of her head and pushing her face into his crotch, he undid the button on his trousers and slowly lowered the zipper. She looked up into his eyes. He. His mother hoped so; his father, still stuck in the ‘he’s an asexual nerd’ groove, assumed ‘no, not likely’. Then they both put their son out of their heads and concentrated on their own erotic pleasure.“So, where are we going?”“I thought Woody might like to go to the woods to show off his wood”“Oh ha ha. Oh, I see, the woods! Lots of private places?”“You catch on eventually.”They walked on and then caught the bus out of town to Shankhill Park. The park starts well manicured, but cutbacks have.