What was the truth?There were three possibilities I thought. One, it never happened. Two, it was a love affair with one of them and not just sex. Thre..., she had done something far worse that she had to hide at all costs. The latter was least likely – but turned out to be the one. Denying it happened was convenient, she didn't have to remember which version of a particular story she told me.I did discover she was having an affair, which is hell of a tale in itself. However that's another story.. I had a rapidly rising erection. In fact, I quickly reached half-mast and then full-mast, until my cock was straining against my still-cum-dampened chinos. If Cindy awoke, or if I saw someone I knew, it would be difficult enough to explain away my unfamiliar scents, but an erection would complicate the arc of my lies greatly. As I sat, trying to think myself limp, Amber swung in unexpectedly from my right side and, in what seemed like one fluid motion, sat down in my lap, pressed her. )Oops. I just had a worrying thought that could have derailed part of this plan, but it's okay, there are enough big-titted, pretty girls to satisfy my needs in a little place like New Zealand. Some w's have some weird population distributions, but most w's have about four million people in New Zealand, with an even higher proportion of them being pretty girls than is the case in the Americas I came from because New Zealanders live a healthier lifestyle.I'll restrict priesthood membership to at. The way only he could. Long and slow while eating my face. He kept groaning and moaning about how delicious I tasted and how beautiful I was. I adored it.Then came the magic: he would lift my arms over my head while phuquing me missionary and lick my arm pits. He would pin my arms down at the elbows and lift himself slightly. He would kiss me deep and passionate and then lick my arm pits. Sometime with the tip of his tongue, tickling me and sometimes planting his whole tongue flat on my arm.