Mark takes the lube and begins applying it to his thick cock and offers the tube to me. Squeezing out a generous portion, I stroke it into my pulsatin... cock. By now it’s obvious to both of us that we’re watching each other just as much as the event being played out on screen. I assume that he’s as fascinated as I am, seeing another man bating up close and noticing differences in technique, how his hand moves over the length of the shaft, how it teases the head and how the rhythm varies from my. "Becky," Willie began in a monotone, "you want to marry Dell, don't you? And I think you are a grand young couple. I think as much of Dell as if he were my son. Yet, Becky..."Mavis could see the stud horse man lean forward. "I am afraid I may have to do something that may send Dell--damn him!-- -to the penitentiary." Ooooooh, no!" Becky cried, leaning forward. Mavis got a brief glimpse of her pallid face before she wilted back into the chair.So, that's the bastard's game! Mavis frowned, hating. Jeez, men!" You're not a good sister!" I shouted from behind the bathroom door.For about five minutes, I stood under the shower head and cried as water ran down my body. And all of a sudden, I worked up the nerve to get it the heck over with. I somehow got used to myself, and yet I still don't know how. Anyway, I was deep into the process of showering when I heard someone walk in. I had no idea who it was, since the shower stall door was frosted. "So who is it you want me to see?" the person. She immediately agreed and Allison tentatively agreed pending a visit to see it for her self.We visited the following weekend and it was a bit of a mental change to have to undress and go nude into church, rather than the usual dressing up in ones Sunday best. Instead of a cross at the altar of the church there were instead flowers. By the end of the service I found that I had enjoyed it immensely and so had Allison. I saw the point of the whole thing nearly immediately. Honesty was seemingly.