Switching topics to something more cheerful, I asked, “How did the kids enjoy the cookies?”“Oh they absolutely loved them! I told them they coul... only have one a day if they behaved and I swear, I’ve never seen them behave this well before,” Ilse replied more animatedly, her face cheering up at the mention of her children. “It was really kind of you to give them those cookies, they savor every last crumb of them.”“They’re nice children. You’ve raised them well and you have every right to be. .. like... her... mom!" he hissed, punctuating the sentence with a series of groans that left Father Mcnamara feeling distinctly hotter, and harder, under the cassock. The mental picture of Ms Barton was now running, fully naked, through his mind in glorious Technicolor and the priest discreetly adjusted himself."You don't have to go into all the details." He whispered dryly."Ohhhh but i do!" The man contradicted. "I have to expose all my sin for you. Aren't we going to burn in Hell for this?". He whipped his stiff member out of his gym shorts, and waved it in my face. Before I could protest, he pushed the head hard against my lips, and I didn’t have much choice but to open my mouth.His cock was as large as the man was big. I struggled to get it even partway into my mouth, but he kept pushing more of it into my mouth with each firm stroke. I gagged as I tried to accommodate him, but that only encouraged faster, sharper thrusts, and soon I could feel his cock head banging the back. I didn’t have any kind of camping equipment, so was dependent on Ed to supply what was needed. He had a tent, which was a little bigger than one of those one-person things you zip yourself into, but not by much.After an exhilarating but exhausting day we squeezed into the tent about nine that night, stuffed full of canned beans and fried Spam. We lay there, in our underwear, side by side talking about who knows what bullshit. I finally dropped off to sleep, still lying on my back.I don’t know.