.Joy reclaimed my attention by going, "Gurk!" Pete's balls were delivering a semen shake and she was sucking it in. Pete hissed in pleasure, his knees...jumping, then he backed off, but bent right over and kissed Joy on the lips, which I thought considerate of him.My whole cock turned in to one big sensitive nerve ending and my balls started crawling up to chamber a round of pregnancy-inducing flechettes. I got tunnel vision and grabbed Joy's little round hooters and started rubbing the shit out. She was having a son of 2 years at that time. I was in a hope that one day I will fuck her very hard. I have masturbated thinking of her many times. Her husband works in a factory and had day-night shifts. He was not able to satisfy her wife’s sex desires.I was studying in 12th class and was18 years old at that time. In those days landline phones were very rare in villages. One day I was alone at home and got a call of Sunita’s relatives, I called her to attend the call. When she was talking on. So I hope it’s not too rough. I almost put this into the romance category. But it’s non-erotic, but there’s still a romance, just from a very different point of view. Again there’s no sex in this little tale. It’s all narrative from one person’s point of view, Daddy’s. So consider yourself forewarned. It’s shorter, about 4.5k word count. Marrying the girl and the family too. Can carry into more, friends, schools, community, reputations, community morals, and more, it’s all connected. And now. Did she need someone higher in the church? The pope himself? Or was it possible that no human could help her?“Lord, we, your people, pray for the gift of your holy blessing to ward off every harm and to bring to fulfillment every right desire.”Wait, she could feel something. Her collar was beginning to warm around her throat. Was it visible? Would they see it? She wanted to speak out and warn them, but she was left mute.“May God, who is blessed above all, bless us in all things through Christ,.