"--The Parable of the First Church"Our cause is just." The speaker's voice was loud and clear in the crispevening air, and Kyrie would have rolled his...eyes had he not been socaught up in the rhythm. "Our hands are empty, but our hearts are steady,and our time is now! Are you ready to stand against hatred andoppression?" YES!" Kyrie shouted, and many voices shouted with him."Are you ready to fight for your brothers and sisters?" YES!" We march!" the speaker finished.Kyrie was on the edge of the. Oh my, he was rudely touching my most private of places. He was groping me. Me ... Poor, pure, young ... Sweet Nell ... Groping her bum, and forcefully fingering her sweet sweetness located nearby. As he did so ... Oh, the brute ... As he did so ... Oh, poor utterly helpless Sweet Nell was becoming a soppy wet mess.It was wrong, Nell knew it was wrong. So why didn’t it feel wrong to her. It wasn’t supposed to feel this way. To feel what? Good? All tingly, being manhandled by a mustachioed. ” I was somewhat overwhelmed by thelength and shape of Tom’s dick. The foreskin was backabout an inch off the head now. The head was double-sized on the narrow, but long shaft so that his cocklooked like an over-sized Tootsie Roll Pop. I was also overwhelmed by Josie, who sat there with alittle smile on her face, pleased with her husband’sdick and her power over it. I was stunned by her skillto be able to take the entire length of that whopperdown her throat. No wonder he was. Her breathing was rapid, like she was panicking. I pushed into her easily, but slightly, thehead of my penis poking into her squishy puckered hole – but I stopped there, waiting. I wasn’t going to do this to her — she was going to do this to her. ‘Well?’ said Tony. She was hesitating. ‘I’m thinking!’ said Bonnie, not sure what to do. She was going to give in to him, I could feel it. A tiny cry poured out her as she fought back her tears. She was going to pull away from me, and let him have his.