Large groups of pilgrims from all over the world, speaking in languages that he couldn’t identify, were entering a facility that resembled a small a...phitheater, with rows of concrete seating separated into sections by aluminum railings. Many of the groups were wading into the Jordan to renew their baptismal vows. Peter chose to kneel down and, sticking his hand into the water, blessed himself. He turned, walked back up the stairs and scanned the spectacle below. ‘It’s good to see that. Ohhhh, I played with those wonderful perky breasts -- pushing them together and pulling on them ever so gently -- slowly popping them in and out of my mouth; sneaking a glimpse at her face as I nearly devoured them. Her neck was arched back, her mouth open, and she was gasping in short, quick breaths as she held my head firmly in place with both hands.I was mad with wanting her. I positioned myself across her stomach while caressing her breast with my hand. My saliva had made her nipples slick,. Slightly dishelleved, slightly dirty - like she hadn't showered in days. Which would also make sense.I could have dragged her into a corner and ****d her, and no-one would have cared. But I suspect that she probably wouldn't have cared much either. Bears shit in the woods, the Pope is Catholic, homeless girls get ****d. Where's the fun in that? Where's the challenge?I decided against it.'You want a hand with that suitcase?''No, I'm ok, thanks'We continued walking in silence.A few moments. What did i think about coming along too and sharing the load? There were lots of questions! Did his friends know that he was regularly fucking a tranny and that i was much older than him and his mates? Wouldn't he be embarrassed? What if his mates wanted the prostitute and not me? No, he said, he was proud of me and that i would make most girls envious. Anyway a lot of his mates knew about me and some were quite jealous and often mentioned about what sex was like with me. To start with i was.