" That's the same thing, innit?" suggested Eddie, a big bearded guy with a management role in HR. "Vicars. Nuns." Vicars can fuck," assured Terry. "It...s just that most vicars aren't chicks." Don't be so sure about that," said Dave. "I've heard that's not true any longer. More women than men work as vicars these days. We'll have a fucking woman archbishop next..." Then the pope'll be a chick too," said Eddie. "Only popes can never fuck. Not legally, anyway." We need Larry from Religious Affairs. Mimi groaned to herself as she stretched and stepped into the shower, her hair twisted up and hidden under a towel as she washed herself, the hot spray untangling the knot between her shoulder blades. She shivered and yawned, washing the stale makeup from her face, sinking into the restorative warmth. Her thoughts raced and she realised she had to actively will them into silence, an old habit learned from her youth, the harsh religion of her parents. Mimi soaped herself down, the soft scent of. I went down and started licking his thighs. His body odour turned me on exponentially and I slowly licked in upward direction and reached his balls. Took them into my mouth and started sucking them with a gentle bite ocassionally to which he mames “ssssssssss” sound. I then moved from his balls to monster cock and started licking the lower part of it through out its length with tip of my tongue and when I reached the top, used to circle his head. I was enjoying the taste of his precum as I did. But I don't want to roll that way myself. But there I was, in the dream, with a big fat cock in my mouth. The man probed my cheeks with his oversized cockhead and tested my gag reflex with his length. There was nothing I could do, but suck for all I was worth as he firmly gripped my head and slowly but steadily jackhammered into my mouth. When he finally exploded like a volcano, his cum gushed into my throat and dribbled down my chin…and in my dream I heard Cindy laughing. I awoke with a start,.