Once he left the room Carol said we should go into a confessional. I shrugged and went into the penitent side. Carol went into the priest side. She...slid the window between the sides open and whispered to me to stand in front of the window. When I did, she reached through and pulled my fly down and my cock out.She whispered, "This is your last blow job as a single man."I was turned on immediately. Carol lapped my cock until it was rock hard. She swirled her tongue around the head and then. Now I know it sounds like I'm describing a typical homosexual experience. But I'm not - at least not for us.My name is Mike. The other naked guy is Doug. I guess what led to this physical moment had started our first year in college. That was two years earlier. But the mental aspect was much longer in the making.We were next-door neighbors growing up. We were typical best friends who played together all the time. Our first step toward maturity was looking at some nudie magazines we found once.. During the game Jack managed to push up against Henry in an attempt to win the ball and started to feel his dick press against Henry's soft ass cheeks. Strangely Henry started to ease back. Not in a vertical motion but with his ass sticking out putting further pressure on Jack's dick and putting it right in the middle of his warm buttocks. Although this was going on through several layers of material Jack still felt himself starting to get aroused and before he could back out of the situation. Sophie turned to her maid who had the nerve to be preparing for departure."You'll be wanting tomorrow off I suppose?" The young maid looked aghast."But it is Christmas Day Miss. Surely you will have no customers tomorrow?" The young girl had a point. In Sophie's experience most men seemed to want to spend Christmas day in the bosom of their family rather than the bosom of a whore. She reluctantly permitted the girl to take the day off but insisted she report for work in good time the following.