That was until that fateful phone conversation in January. We were talking about dreams. Amy was acting funny. She was quieter than normal. So, I aske... her what she was thinking about. She said, “You don’t want to know.” I said, “sure I do.” Then she drop the bomb- shell. She told me that she was picturing me naked, and she was on her knees looking up at my prick, waiting for me to give her permission to take it into her mouth. I absolutely fell back on my ass. I. Cindy gave me a pitying look. Amos gave me an unsympathetic one. ‘Right, boy,’ he said to Peter. ‘Stay out of this place from now on. I drink here and I like my evenings quiet. You’re within a whisker of reasonable grounds for search, but you walked out of the pub without a fight, which means I can get back to my evening if you keep walking.’ ‘Thanks, officer,’ Peter said. ‘Katelyn, sorry for the fuss. Let’s go.’ Amos looked at me. I cursed, inwardly. If I broke off from Peter now, Amos would. He was fucking me in a steady in and out motion and with my legs held up and apart he was achieving greater penetration. I could tell he was bigger in girth at the base of his cock and with each entry I could feel my asshole being stretched to it's absolute limits. He put both his hands in the crook of my legs behind my knees and lifted my ass higher and began the furious pace he had begun when I was on my stomach. Fucking me while laying on my back he was able to connect with my prostate more. The uncle, Reverend James J Gillis who had within the last year taken his lovely niece's oral, anal and vaginal virginities was unaware of his impending fatherhood and had he known his sermon might have been different.Cindy Ramsay was not the only teenager with a marriage fixation on Reverend Gillis. There was also his fifteen year old ward, the illegal immigrant girl Anita Gonzales. She wasn't in love with him like Cindy was but marriage could give her legal entry to the country. She had.