I felt like I'd explode if I didn'tshare my secret with someone. Mikey and I had been close as children, asclose as twins are supposed to be, and we h...d shared everything witheach other, but when we had hit our teens something had gone wrong. Thatsomething was Reverend Miller.Reverend Adam Miller, the pastor at our church, was one of thosepreachers whose version of the Bible didn't seem to have anything in itbetween Leviticus and Revelations -y'know, the bits that include Jesus,and all that. He could imagine what she would look like with her hair long, how the russet tresses would enhance her beauty. The vision pulled at his lust, the chained beast beating against the bars of his self control. “Why do you do this, Ryan?” asked Jake. Impossibly, her chin rose another degree. “Because I'm good at it,” she said, a trace of pride in her voice. “My daddy taught me to rustle. My momma died from consumption when we were young, so he raised us best way he knew how. Lettie didn't pick it up. We scrabbled out of ourgarments, but we were too impatient to remove our shirts. These were pushed up to the armpits. Mr Laurence pushed me back, till I was on my back, my legs raised up towards the white-painted ceiling. My ass was wide open to his probing gaze.With a deep breath, Mr. Laurence lowered his mouth to those inviting buns, his hot tongue tracing the valley between them. His tongue felt real rough, tracing circles on the mounds of my butt. "Mr Laurence,.... yes, do it, do it to. James rammed his cock into me hard and fast, and groaned as he unleashed his seed into me. He continued to fuck me as he came, making me shiver against him. All I could do was lean on the glass and hope it didn’t break. I had never cum that hard and quick before, and I didn’t think he had, either. I opened my eyes to find the woman’s head back and her fingers buried in her pussy. She lifted her head and smiled at me, blew a kiss, and grabbed what looked like a pad of paper. She held it to the.