“You spend all your time in the altar, right?” Angie asked as I pulled out of the parking lot.“Yes. As soon as I arrive, I start preparing, then...basically stay in there unless Father Nicholas or Father Deacon Grigory ask me to do something for them. The senior acolyte takes care of filling the oil lamps, and so on.”“Do you think the Malenkov’s would mind if I stood with them? Katy and I always got along pretty well.”“I can’t imagine they’d have any issues with that.”“So you two are done?”I. .[here I go again, being used like a sissy]...Willie brought me back to reality saying '...get out of those pants and on your knees, I'm gonna bust that back door wide open...' I sat on the floor and removed my tennis and pulled off my pants and underwear as Willie left the room and came back with a bottle of baby oil. Willie stood in front of me and said '..come on suck on the one eyed monster some more, I want it good and hard for you...' I got up on my knees and took hold of his semi rigid. ’ ‘Tell her to give me a call when you get home,’ I sighed. ‘I’ll convince her I’m okay.’ ‘You’ll talk to her tomorrow,’ my father said pointedly. ‘Right now, you need to rest.’ ‘Dad, I’m fine. Really,’ I argued. ‘John, I’m your father,’ he said in that tone. ‘You’ve been through a lot whether you want to admit it or not. I don’t know what happened to you, but it obviously took a lot out of you. Give yourself a chance to heal.’ I wanted to argue, but there was no point. Pop could be stubborn. “Barbie, Beth and some girl, Joanna something. Margie Phillips brought me home.”“That slut,” Monica said as Tommy held his cock at its base and his sister mounted it and slid down the pole, smiling, screwing herself onto him. “Ew, that’s good.” She pinched his nipples.“She’s OK, ‘ he said, reaching up to grasp his sister’s boobs, “but Beth’s mad at me. I fucked her in the car, and she didn’t like it. I did Margie out in the garage on that aluminum chaise.”“You use a rubber?” Monica asked,.