This kiss was like no other, and I am very sure, I poked her again, but I didn’t care.Between kissing, poking, and eating the popcorn, hotdogs and s...da we ordered, the movie finished. It wasn’t even noon yet. Our girls cleaned up our faces, then their own.I think she saw me fixing my ‘problem,’ but I needed to not be poking straight out, when we return the daughters to their crazy Irish father.Our cohorts in the back gathered up the trash. Something that looked like a series of garage doors. I remember when I first heard about them, I kept wondering how it would be to have your dick blown on by a girl. I even got a soda straw and tried blowing my breath through it onto my dick. It just didn't do much for me. I know you're probably laughing but, well, what did I know, right?Then, I finally found out that it involved sucking, not blowing. And now, I was feeling it for myself. I'd heard how good it felt and that didn't begin to be as good as it really felt.I had my hands up on Sarah's. He said if I had the time he would love to show me around, I smiled at him saying I'd enjoy that, as we arrived at the gates.John showed me where to park the car and we walked into the rather old derelict place. John lead me to his quarters on the way telling me the history of the place. We came to an area which he explained was in the old days a place where younger novices entertained the older monks. He smiled at me, as I said blushing, what sort of entertaining did the older monks enjoy,. They looked down the old roadbed and a brief hole in the vegetation was giving them quick glimpses into a narrow slice of the trench. The sniper, whose real name was a mystery, went by the name of Alf. His features were veiled by the mass of beard and long hair. He wore a baseball cap, put on backwards and was adorned in overalls. He carried a Remington model 700 which had likely cost a month's salary in the years before the collapse.Alf settled down onto the hard ground on a blanket that his.