He kisses my neck. He bites it, his teeth almost piercing the skin. I can feel his hot breath on my ear. He whispers to me, his voice rough and aggres...ive. "You are so fucking hot. I went hard the second I saw you, the second I opened the door. I love how much of a slut you are. How soaking wet you get. Everything you do turns me on so much." His words fill me with warmth, all the more so for being unexpected. I moan and grind against him. I should say something. How much I love being his. How. We both had to moan loudly after my head finally passed his tight passage. His hole felt unbelievable tight against my fat cock head. I progressed only slowly, pausing again and again, so that he had time to adapt to the growing piece of hard pistoning cock in his back entrance. We finally managed to get my whole cock inside and I grinded my cock in a cycling notion to drive home my point, which was met by a deep moan of my little dick slave. I now slowly began the fucking motion, slowing. In the process of the walk, they stopped to talk to several of the townsfolk, and Joe got to meet some new faces. By this time, all of them had heard of Joe's run in with the parson, and every one but one was on Joe's side. The one decenter, a very elderly woman of 45, was worried about a reaction from the Church hierarchy. Joe assured her that he would leave town if it came to that.Mary was a bit upset at Joe's closing remark about leaving, but he said that the remark was said only to calm the. "You will take that off before you go to bed?" asked Laura. "I don'twant another soiled pillow case." Yes, but I like the taste of it on my lips. You want to taste some?" No thanks. I have my own," said Laura. She turned and left.Paul remained in his room watching television. He eventually removed thelipstick and turned in for the night."Hello again," said Paula. "I thought you could do with another talk." What about?" asked Paul."Your parents. My parents. Give them space. I know they seem to.