”“I think we’re at the leading edge of a trend that’s already hit Europe,” I said. “Most of my Swedish friends have only been in church fo... their own baptisms and confirmations, and for funerals or weddings. I only knew one person under fifty who went to church regularly.”“That’s also true in Spain. Except for old ladies, and a few devout old men, almost nobody goes to church every Sunday. A lot of families will go occasionally.”“That’s the same in Greece,” Dave said. “But I like going to. ”And that’s how we drifted off to sleep. Spooning and snuggling together, Jill at first restless before her tiredness from an evening with her ex-boyfriend finally won out and I was left listening to the steady cadence of her sleepy breathing. It was maybe another hour or so before I was able to find sleep. The mix of the images in my head and the aroma of Callan’s aftershave, still lingering in Jill’s hair and on her skin the perfect combination to stoke my fears and stop me sleeping. Once I. I took her right hand and placed over my penis she grabbed it by force and then after some time inserted her other hand in my brief. Juice was oozing out of my penis I knew her hand is wait with my juice. I took her hand inspected to make sure it had my juice quoted over. I was sure about it and took the hand to her mouth and tried to insert the two fingers with my juice on it in her mouth, initially she resisted but gave away soon and was licking her fingers her eyes were closed again. And she. I felt her leg, debating my options. I was seriously tempted. But how was this happening. The only thing that could do something like this was......the book!The brunette pressed her arms together, pushing up tits that weren't so sizable a moment ago mesmerizing me with the sexy cleavage. I reached up and cupped her sexy ass watching her pant in excitement, "I can't believe we are finally doing this! Fuck I need you so bad, Max!"I felt dirty, someone was doing this to her. And it began to make.