”“Ah, yes.”“I cannot believe I’m doing this. I cannot believe I’d hurt someone I care about this much.”I wondered who he cared about.“...ctually, there is something I can do for you. Open wide.”He sat atop me, offering me his cock. If he wanted me to suck him, why couldn’t he fuck? I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck.My mouth filled with his warm, acrid pee. It began to dribble out around his cock. “Do you want to swallow?” he asked. I guessed I could. I began to swallow.“As you drink. I cant take it. Id been stalking her silently for months. I knew where she lived. When she was at home. When her parents went out. I knew everything. I even had her cell phone number. I followed behind her in my van. I finally gathered the courage to speak to her. Hey. I said. I felt like an idiot. Did I really have the balls to go through with this. I doubted myself. Hey! She answered back. I had made contact. It took a whole lot of weight of my chest. Im new in the neighbour hood. Im kinda. ................................................................................ I'll clean it up." I suddenly just stood without movement and was shocked of what I just heard from his mouth "excuse me?" Dean - "I'll lick it off." I just stood there thinking in my head. I am bored right now and the only pleasure I have is this squished banana and a porn video, but why not? I shook my head and started thinking this is fucking nuts, but what choice did I had to make, tell me parents about this. I nodded, chewing on my cookie.Father O’Shea was trying to watch everywhere at once. “Is this to be my congregation?”Swallowing, I said, “Yes, Padre. Within the constraints we explained at our first lunch, they are a part of your congregation.”“What do you mean by ‘part’?” he asked with a surprised look on his face.Tom answered him this time as I was chewing again. “Padre, within the next few months, these folks will be joined by another 200 farmers and 100 vaqueros along with their.