"You said it," said the priest I met earlier. "Except I thought you were going to say 'sucks.'" That would have been unfortunate," I told him. "Yeah,"...said the priest, sipping a cup of coffee."Aren't you dead?" I asked after a half hour or so. "Gracious," said the priest. "That's precious. And hilarious. Preciously hilarious." He laughed for, like, eight hours. Maybe I'm exaggerating a little.I covered my breasts with my arms. "So, what?" I asked. "You're not dead?"The priest laughed even. I arranged my one bag on the seat and get down from the bus for a smoke and water bottle. I was having a cig and was seeing the bus what I saw was stunning. One lady who should be around 24 to 25 age was getting in the bus. She was very beautiful, fair and long hair. She was wearing a denim jeans and pink color top and I thought in my mind that this should girl should be beside me in my seats but in a second thought. I came to know that I m not that lucky in my in the girls topic. I did not. He started blasting all the cum he'd been keeping pent up earlier. Each jet had power, each shot enough force to push me slightly. After each spurt, he'd aim at a new place, covering my body with his demonic semen. After he came on my face a few times, he knelt in front of me, still cumming, and put the tip of his cock into my mouth. I drank greedily of his sperm, or semen, or whatever demons shot. I was again consumed by the thought of his cum and nothing more. He tasted of roast apples and. ‘No mom, have you finally seen it this time?’ Mark asked her in a voice that belonged to a much older person as he pointed at the swelling that was already starting on the left side of her face. This was an ongoing argument, with him saying it was time for Jimmy to leave and her saying she could handle it. He could see that she might finally be coming around by the look in her eyes. They were just like Mark’s and reflected their moods to the point that the two had joked about giving people.