Susan grinned at the sight between her thighs and then savagely sat down, framing his face in her powerful old thighs, holding his hair with both hand..., directing the next steady jet of piss directly into his mouth and down his throat. The boy couldn't breathe now and fought for air, and could only swallow Susan's endless stream of pee, gulping it down as best he could, trying to savor her rich, pungent flavor and smell, her cunt open and sealing his face off."Take it, boy, take my piss," she. Vasilla held open the door. The crowd enveloped the car shouting “Zindabad!” with the same force. Sick of it all, Tariq closed his eyes to erase the sight. He caught cheeks and noses pressed upon the glass. With a quick swipe of his hand he jarred the side curtain. He looked up front. The windshield became a portrait of pressed hands through which he could make out a group of women begging for blessings.“Run them over if you have to. We’re getting late!”He heard the engine rev as people flew. That was all it took for me, I couldn’t hold it back any more and grunting as I shot load after load after load of cum down her throat. Seemed like I was cumming forever then I felt my balls shrivel up and I was spent. She gripped my cock tightly and pulled up slowly as she lifted her head off my cock, getting every last bit of my spunk from my cock.Once we had recuperated from our morning fuck we got up, and like all week, not bothering to put on any clothes, got up and took a shower together. Then she kissed me goodnight, and I heard myself agree.She met me outside the church and we went in together, holding hands. I felt completely self conscious, I didn’t belong there. I really liked Ruth, but she was a good girl and it wasn’t going to work.The priest was only a little bit older than us. His sermon was positive, energetic, and sometimes funny, and the congregation all laughed freely. He never mentioned “sin”. It wasn’t like the church my parents used to drag me to, it was a new,.