"Come-on Percy, You know it's Sara" the rabbi replied. "Please Percy; I'd really want you standing next me. I want you to be my shomer." Do I have to ...ear the beanie?" I teased."Yes Percy a yarmulke is required in the temple." Sighed the rabbi." Congratulations, I'd be honored in all seriousness to stand with you at your wedding."The three of us talked about the upcoming nuptials thru breakfast. It seems that after the death of her son, Sara leaned on the Rabbi for support. She had no family. The light was shining in and I was beginning to realize just how overweight he was. Still his cock was very evenly proportioned to his big round body. He woke up a minute later and said he love another blow job before he had to go. It must have been the day of being a slut but I agreed and was soon over top of him working his cock as he pulled on my nipples, pushed on my head and played with my pussy by reaching around. This is when Erick woke up. I heard him say Whoa, and Damn Girl. I looked. “Frame your photos by looking through this little thing on top,” I said, pointing to the bulbous parallax adapter. Jillian thanked me, asked my name, and wanted to know about my life in San Francisco. Most of all, she was fascinated by the old wooden view-camera with its red-leather bellows, polished brass lens and panoply of shinny metal fittings. It was a family heirloom that to me at the ripe old age of 17 seemed older than time itself. It wasn't until after I had my driver's license about. I was really turned on by your ass fucking of your friend and you gave me the best fucking I have ever had. I have been wanting you more and more with each passing day since then." I have a hard time believing I fucked you better than your dad has. He has quite a cock on him." Don't be silly. Remember? Size doesn't matter. You have a great cock and you know how to use it. And you have an imagination. I like the fact that you are willing to try different things, different positions. My dad is.