They went out for dinner on the Tuesday night with some others from work. He sat next to her and paid her lots of attention. She told him that she had...worked on the globe theatre as a volunteer. He said he would love to see it and she agreed to take him down there on Saturday and show him around. When she got home that night she enjoyed telling me and we had great sex. She admits she was imagining having sex with Mike on Saturday but didn’t think it would happen.The rest of the week Mike paid. My dad glanced at me from the table. Honey, fix your shirt. He said. Daddy, I was thinking, I said, ignoring his previous statement. He shifted in his seat, and I could see an even bigger buldge in his pants. I can see that youre turned on right now, theres no use in hiding it. My father didnt say anything. He placed his fork down on the plate, and spoke. This isnt right. He said. Let me try something, I said. And if you dont like it, Ill never bring it up again. I swear. No. He said. But I was. “Two thousand years’ worth of worship has provided those answers. To admit one cannot know the mysteries of God is true humility, according to any number of Church Fathers. Disputation does not save anyone; worship and witness do.”“Somebody tell the preacher on campus. And a host of others I’ve run into.”“I’ll leave that to the theologians. But guess what a true theologian does? He prays. We have saints called ‘theologians’ and they are men of prayer and devotion, not PhDs working in scholarly. .that's okay, really Mr. Long...it hurt like fuck at first...but now it's feels fine...wonderful, in fact..." I leaned forwards, careful not to push anymore cock inside because of the pain she would feel and kissed her passionately - our tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. I broke the kiss off because it was just too tempting for me to push more of my pole inside her? I smiled at the girl impaled on my cock; her eyeliner had run, her black lipstick had smudged and she giggled.