The first thing on the agenda was to do as much travelling as I could before I got too sick to do that. I was glad I had done that at the onset. It wa... mainly hopping buses and trains to see the east and west coast since I had grown up in the Midwest. I had never seen the ocean before. My research took me to a small city south of Boston called Arkham. It was well known for its scenic points as well as the corporate headquarters of Numenor Incorporated. I had sent them a request to tour the. I knew that ifsomeone had looked in that dirty basement window it would've looked likea teenage boy was fucking his girlfriend.We humped like that for what seemed like hours but I know it was onlyseconds.I felt him start shaking and then he was grunting loudly in my ear as Ifelt his cock sputtering between my legs. He pulled back slightly and Ifelt his hot warmth splattering between my cheeks as he continued toslide his cock back and forth. I felt his cum dribble down my crack ontomy balls.He. It didn't take very long before Mike had a hand on Jennie's breast, and was playing actively with it, stroking and squeezing, and trying to bring the two of them pleasure.They continued like that for several minutes, both of them getting more aroused as their tongues flitted between their mouths, and they tried to increase the number of places where they were touching each other.When Mike felt Jennie's fingers searching tentatively for his dick, he reached his free hand down to help her find. It was typical of the 1920s version of today's strip mall.The church was just as worn out as all the other holdover building from that era. The owner had long since given up trying to hold back the decay caused by the passage of time. The Mission was different only in that the windows had been washed, and the trim looked a little less grimy than the other two buildings.I was impressed that the Reverend actually had a mission, just as he had said. I still didn't believe a man, who had the balls.