She didn't have to ask what brought me since it was obvious I was visiting dad, so I embellished it by saying I just had to spend some time with my fa...orite aunt!It was already late in the afternoon when I got there, so I asked Celia if I was ruining any plans she might've had.Thankful that I wasn't, I asked her where I might treat her to dinner, "How about Eddie's Den, (an old hangout from the past) or is it no longer there?" Why don't we fix something, right here?" Celia countered, but I. .”St. Peter says “Alright Sister, now dip the tip of your pinky finger in the Holy Water, and you may be admitted.” and she did so.St. Peter now turns to the second nun and says “Sister, have you ever touched a penis?”“Well ... There was this one time ... that I held one for a moment...”“Alright Sister, now just wash your hands in the Holy Water, and you may be admitted” and she does so.Now at this, there is a noise, a jostling in the line. It seems that one nun is trying to cut in front of. He watched me as I slid out of my car. His long, dark hair cascaded over his rough face. He smiled at me as I walked over. I smiled back, my heart fluttering. His jawline could cut stone. I stepped up into his house. He walked over towards me with two mojitos in hand. ‘You look lovely today. I like seeing you in your work clothes.’ He said to me, his voice deep and gravely. ‘Why thank you.’ I replied, taking a mojito out of his hand, ‘I happen to love seeing you in your work clothes too.’ A. I loved this feeling! I wanted to suck his cock all afternoon while the band played. It was not to be, however. "Stand up," I heard from behind me. "Jim, you sit on the side of your truck there." Jim, understanding immediately, hopped up on the side of his F350, his hard cock bouncing in the breeze. "Yeah, Hank. Do it." Jim said. I turned to look at Hank. He was standing naked, with his hard cock in his hand. It wasn't as thick as Jim's, but it was longer, with a delicious upward curve to it..