She squealed and quivered in fem-delight. One of her hands gripped the stair rail, the other coursing, tousling his hair. Kendall came intensely, vehe...ently and enthusiastically but instantly sought more; she was exuding protracted heat. She guided James under her a few stairs up. Kendall was now on top of James; but facing away. She held her body above him for a moment, balancing on his thighs with her legs positioned down the stairs. She gripped the banister with one hand and then pushing off. No pussy, devotion especially to your own Cock as well because love of Cock starts with you....all rules were simple though, the main focus and concentration being Priapus was the God of Cock, Cock was the all powerful tool all men had to be used in devoted practice to God, Cum was the seed of God that all worshippers were to revere and commune on, Cock was all powerful where everything lustful in the world flowed from.When I met my priest, I was taken to his house by my friend who introduced. Trust. And then there was irony. Irony that fate had somehow staffed the plane with a senior air stewardess who bore an uncanny resemblance to Sue. Estelle was maybe five years younger than Sue and was a white South African lady who filled out her uniform in a way that was very pleasing to the eye. It was a pretty empty flight, and I was one of only two customers in a Business Class designed for sixteen. Consequently, Estelle and I had spent plenty of time chatting. Like Sue, she had green eyes. Thankfully Molly was having fun with me, not trying to tease me to death. “Would you like me to touch it a little?” She took her fingers off her legs, advertising their availability. “Would that make you more comfortable?” I managed to nod. Molly slowly unfolded herself from her end of the sofa and swiveled to be on her knees, next to me now. She looked down at my cock before gently taking her hand and sliding it down the side of my shaft, all the way down between my legs and against my.