“Well…since you asked nicely…”“Uh huh.”“Why bring this up now?” he asked curiously.“Just been thinking about it.”“With him?”�...No, in general.”“Alright.”A moment of silence stuck in the air.“Alright, what?” she asked.“Alright so you’ve been thinking about it. And I haven’t been. And I feel like I’m about to disappoint you.”Claire folded her arms in a fake pout.“I know you’re not actually mad.”“Oh DO YOU? MR. KNOW-IT-ALL.”“Yeah yeah, Best Actress, ladies and gentlemen.”Another moment of silence. 'You are the prettiest creature I have ever seen', he said quietly as he entered. I kept my back to him, as he closed my bedroom door. I could sense he was nearing me, and the same feeling began to build up, as I knew he could see my small bottom, and the fact I was naked except for the flimsy top with its netting and green sidings, that did nothing for my modesty.He sat beside where I knelt at the bed, he was naked, and his cock stood straight out, as hard as a rock. I think he heard my. It had helped to pay for the upgrading of the mansion he and his fellow senior clerics were now enjoying at Holy Contemplation."Ah, James," said the Chief Apostle when the Archdeacon arrived at the Holy Tabernacle dressed in his sober black robes. "Good to see you again. I trust it's going well?"The Archdeacon truly and deeply detested Chief Apostle Wynton Jones Mason. Of all the other bastard church leaders throughout the Solar System, if there was one Pentecostal cunt he'd gladly fuck up the. They packed some of their clothes in some bags as they were going to spend the next two nights at Charles's grandparents' home. They would be back by Monday evening. Charles had put on his seatbelt. His mom was behind the steering wheel."Aren't you just excited hun. We are going to see what our future house looks like," his mom said.Charles yawned. This was the first time Charles was going to be visiting his old hometown Constantinople's Lot. He had not been there in over seven years. The only.