He wasn't even sure what he was, religiously. Whatever type of Christian wasn't Catholic. Sunday school, needless to say, had not been a regular part ...f his growing up. He knew little, mostly what you pick up on TV, or in movies. He knew of animal sacrifices. Kind of remembered the Jews did them, although he didn't think they did now. You'd probably have PETA bitching about them if they were.Stepping out of the Sacred Path, Tom made his way across the meadow to his camp. The sun was up, a. Frank just laughed. “That guy, the one who just went out of here with his wife, he couldn’t get his eyes offa you. He was still lookin through the window. He about dropped his teeth on the ground when he saw what you was doin and it didn’t make sense till now. God you’re somthin else!” “Thanks Frank. Not a lot makes sense right now and something else is just what I’m going to show you. Be there when you can, I’m staying in tonight to get lit.” she said as she moved toward the door.“And laid.”. She told me to close my eyes and relax. Like that was possible with her boobs swinging and her sitting on my chest, ass rubbing my still hard cock every once and a while. Finally she pushed my eyes closed and hopped off. She told me to just lay there and relax, she needed to get some kind of special oil, or something. Next thing i know I feel a warm sensation on my cock and I opened my eyes. Stacey was standing next to the table, with my cock in her mouth. She told me how wet I made her and she. Even before I had reached the door, I felt my legs go wobbly, my limbs felt like jelly. It was hard to focus, even to keep my eyes open. I felt hands on my body, a cold surface beneath me, then darkness swallowed me.“...overdone it a bit.” The words reached my brain as from far away. They made no sense, but I had a feeling that I should know the voice. My father, telling someone I had drank too much? Registering the hard surface under my body I pushed that thought aside. Collapsed during.