Dixie and Deacon Johnson were mutually interested in things of an anal nature and he had trained her to assume the “doggy” position when they were...safe in a closed door private place for fun and games.The recently launched church was a big success in financial standards.In fact, it was so successful that both Dixie and Deacon Johnson worried that they might have to share some of their new-found wealth with the government if their “non-profit” status was questioned by inquisitive authorities.The. She could feel where his dirty tee shirt ended and his bare brown arm started as it curved around her bare shoulders. She could hear the reassuring regular beat of his heart as her head leaned against his chest she could also hear the air in his lungs as he breathed.Slowly she stopped crying and her tears dried. She was comfortable in his arms so she didn’t move. The warmth of his arm keeping the chill away from her back as the fire kept it at bay from the front. She felt him softly rubbing his. The sight of the women pleasuring each other, together with the Queen’s handjob was becoming too much for the wench-spoiled sailor. His laboured pants were now full-bodied lust cries and, where his testicles were brought close to his body, they now ached in such a dastardly manner as an overwhelming pressure built and surged between his bags and the base of his sex shaft.“Puh… Ph… Please!” He wailed. “I… must!” He begged and the Mer-Monarch released her grip on his now bruise-coloured cumpole.. He knew it was his turn to shut up and listen. Regardless of his propensity for being extremely talkative, he did know when to keep quiet. ‘I know I’m not the first person that ever happened to, J.T. But most people I’ve met – you included – have a natural distrust for people. They aren’t all assholes like you, necessarily, but they have a natural skepticism about others that serves as kind of a cushion. If someone screws them over? Oh well, they kind of expected it. But you knew me long before.