I thought they were just up late talking as all my kids got along with each other’s friends. I did think they might be using drugs or smoking someth...ng. The area we lived in had a bad problem with middle and high school kids using. I crept soundlessly to the door and peeked in. If the kids are behaving I leave them alone, if not I bust their asses. I checked on my 12 year old as I was passing thru his room to the last. My oldest son, Gary, was 16. I had converted the garage to a room for his. But she alsofeels utterly devoted to my femininity, transported by it! So an ultimatecondition of our getting married, whispered to me fearfully only a fewdays before the actual event, was, won't I continue to be a man whoappears to be a woman for just a little longer? A lot longer? Do I trulylove her that much?There would be a notable advantage for both of us. My remaining a womanin her eyes and everyone else's provided both of us with the strongestpossible assurance that no other man nor. She moaned louder and grabbed the sides of the pew as heencouraged her moans and slid another two inches of his cock in, thenthey both let out groans of pleasure as he thrust into her faster andfaster and rubbed her clit furiously. She came on his cock and hand,screaming out the Lord’s name, just as Father Matthews pulled out of herand drained his cum on her ass.She was shaken and mortified but could not stop the feeling ofsatisfaction as she pulled her habit back over herself while. The reality was that the sex was more rehearsed than spontaneous. Making it appear more like acting than spontaneous. Which took something away from it. Of course I enjoyed it, but it left me thinking of the Carole King song. Is that all there is?”I felt like I might be the clown she had conjured up. Seriously I felt like I had been used first for information, and then as her breathing vibrator. Yes it was a shared experience, but I still felt cheap and used. I laughed at that thought. Men.