The man looked at Oscar and, in Russian, asked, "What do you want?" I am the Druid Oscar Meyers and I seek entrance," Oscar answered."This is a church... not a mosque," the Priest said glowering at Oscar. Even in this out of the way place, they had heard of the Druid who was going from Mosque to Mosque speaking out against Jihad. He wondered how a Druid could mistake a church for a mosque.From inside the church, a deep voice echoed, "Bid the Druid Oscar Meyers to enter."On hearing the voice,. I quickly retreated back down the stairs, snuck out of my own house and to my car. I couldnt believe what I had just seen and heard. My son fantasized about me. I was mortified and doubly mortified when I felt an undeniable dampness in my panties. Why was I wet? Why was I suddenly so horny? Did he really call me a Mommy-slut? I shook the thoughts out of my head and pulled out of my driveway to see if a drive would let me put what I saw in perspective. An hour later, close to when I was. She tried to explain it away, but there was only one possible conclusion; she was going to have an orgasm. She fought the feeling away for as long as possible, but she wasn't sure how much longer she was going to be able to hold out. She looked over at Brian and thought about how it was all his fault that she got in this mess, but he wasn't being punished at all. She thought about how she could turn this around on him, and then it came to her. She would have to pretend to enjoy this. He had no. He took a deep breath through his nose and let the long sigh out over the top of his beer. Thirty more minutes and he'd give it up for the night. Find some kind of solace in a woman's cunt. He was charming, suave, enticing. It could, would happen, almost without effort. However, this, this was different, a different kind of solace.He scanned the bar again and sat up sharply. There, just next to the vivacious blonde in the green dress, was his mark. He could, fuck, he would have her without a.