The do-gooders had finally had smoking banned inside. The late autumn fog was still thick around the local hills and gliding in tuffs down the river v...lley. He was interrupted half way through his lingering pleasure when Father O’Flaniggan came puffing out of the diocese office to his right. “Bernard…Bernard… you are required at” …he needed a breathe …then continued… “At St Anne’s College immediately.”The Monsignor took another deep full drag. Then carefully stubbed the remainder under the toe. “Ignore my Confederate friend, please,” I said, smiling.“Oh no, I don’t think so!” Katy replied. “I’m taking a course in human sexuality as an elective. I think I might want to interview you if what Stephie is hinting at is true!”“Interview?” Stephie tittered. “Or do you mean hands-on research?”“Just an Interview,” Katy replied with a small laugh and a twinkle in her eye. “I’m not interested in sharing a guy in any way, shape, or form.”“I suppose I could do that,” I said. “Even for a Red Sox. Well in what seemed like forever but in reality was only a few minutes; Rick had his hand on my crotch and was now rubbing my rock hard cock through my jeans. I had never done anything with a guy before but had fantasized about it a few times when I masturbated. I couldn't believe this was happening and all I could do is moan and spread my legs...After a minute or two, Rick opened my jeans and slid his hand into my pants, playing with my now rock hard cock through my underwear. At that point I. Her pussy hugged his cock and Pete couldn't hold back anymore. He started stuffing his dick deeper, pushing as many inches as he can."That's too much." You can take it," Pete whispered. He started to pick up speed, pistoning his hard prick up Betty's pink tube, working her harder. "Come on. I thought you were a big girl." "Stop it. It's starting to hurt."Pete chewed on his lip while he rocked his hips back and forth like a rocking horse, grunting as he made his cock disappear over and over. No.