I needed to cum badly and I needed to cum now. With my head back and my eyes closed dreaming of those huge tits I could feel myself building to good o...gasm.I heard someone slip a key-card into the door. I opened my eyes and moved my head down to see the maid coming though the door with an arm full of towels. She stopped right in front of me and looked wide-eyed at my cock. "Your extra towels," she said holding out the towels. I let go of my cock and grabbed the towels with both hands. I did not. . you’re the father ... aren’t you?” she asked.“I don’t talk about other women,” he said. “Just like I won’t talk about you.”“I understand why she’s so happy now,” said Amanda, ignoring him, but feeling relief that he hadn’t said anything.It occurred to her, in that instant, that she wasn’t on birth control. She had, in her mind, rehearsed demanding that he use a rubber, when ... if ... it ever got as far as that. She had been completely unprepared for what had just happened. He’d been so. I felt her hand running up the inside of my thigh and held my breath as she cupped my balls giving them a gentle squeeze, her tongue darting around forcing my arsehole to open, she succeeded and I felt her warm lubricated tongue forcing its way inside my arse, Mmm it felt so good being rimmed by this young blonde.She reached up and grabbed my hips and spun me around and my solid cock nearly smacked her in the face, her eyes widened as she looked at its rigidity and I tiny droplet of precum. I cranked up the old T then started off down the road, but only after I had carefully wrapped the Deacon's book. I had never thought of him as grandfather. I finally realized that he had always been the Deacon to me. I wondered about that as I drove along the road out of town.The drive took on a boring feel within an hour. There were lots of things to see, but it was going to be a long slow trip. I hoped to average twenty-five to thirty miles per hour. That would make it a two or two and a half.