The Reverend John Flapps was the pastor of a small town church in Ireland. One day he was walking down the High Street and he noticed a young lady of ...is congregation sitting in a pub drinking beer.The Reverend wasn’t happy. He walked through the open door of the pub and sat down next to the woman.‘Mrs Fitzgerald, ‘ he said sternly. ‘This is no place for a member of my congregation. Why don’t you let me take you home?’‘Sure, ‘ she said with a slur, obviously very drunk.When Mrs Fitzgerald stood. Daryl stood in the middle of the floor fumbling with his clothes, soon T-Bone started to snore gently. Daryl was standing removing his clothes. I could make out what was going on from the small reflecting light from the computer mouse. Daryl's cock was sticking out from his body, he took hold of it and stroked it a few times. He turned in my direction and whispered 'David, David, you woke?' I Plaid like I was out of it, Daryl said 'shit just when I want to fuck, this bitch is knocked out.' . What? she simply rubbed my balls and gave me half a stroke... WTF... I looked over at my wife and now the girl is standing up between her legs and I focused on the sound of their bodies hitting each other... shit my wife is getting fucked with a dildo while I.... she grabbed my dick, her grip was hard but damn, she slowly started jerking me... Wife still hasn't made a sound. I watched as she was asked to turn on her stomach, when she did, the masseur pulled her down so her feet could meet the. I could just make out long, thin scars across his well-toned chest. He was most definitely muscled. I felt lucky, in a way. Lucky to have him. Thanks, I mumbled, moving to sit upright and properly thank him. Were not done yet, Kara. I blinked as he put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. I was uncomprehending until he got to his knees and I could see the entirety of his stiff cock. So he wanted to go the whole way? That was perfectly fine with me! Think you can handle it? he challenged me,.