That's what I need. Fuck me. Pound me. Make me explode. Oh, yes. I'm so hot for you."The meaty thwack of his balls resounded through the room as the p...iest used her asshole to satiate his desires. He closed his eyes, picturing first Lynette slamming her perky ass back into him, then Abigail, her red hair flying.Fuck my cunt, Father, he imagined the wild vampiress moaning. Your cock is so much thicker than my husband's. Ooh, yes. Damien's dick is so pathetic. If only I knew, I would have fucked. “It is only lonely. When no one thinks of a god they can grow sad. It is a sad thing when no one remembers what that god did for its people it...” Ambrose stopped suddenly realizing almost exactly what was missing. They were safe, they had all they needed even a sense of hope. That was it, they had not much else to go on. No belief in what he and the others had about Xendra.Kindra was staring at Ambrose him having stopped amid sentence. “Mister Kitty god? Are you alright?”Ambrose suddenly. Only him; and so he selected a random DVD, paid the fee to watch it, and was directed to the booth number in back where he would watch it. The older woman behind the register gave him a curious smirking sort of smile as she handed him back his change. That made him feel self-conscious, but not enough to leave.In the booth (which was painted a glossy black), he sat on a cheap plastic chair and watched the video he'd selected. It still felt strange being there, and yet, at the same time, he did. As I disembarked the plane I noticed a gentleman standing at the the bottom of the ramp, wearing a kilt. I knew he was there for me and I grinned when I saw him. After countless conversations with Kirk on Lush and my love of men in kilts, I knew it had to be him. I noticed others around me laughing and pointing at him. As soon as I could break free of the crowd, I ran to him and gave him a big hug. I also pulled out a first place ribbon from my bag and pinned it to his sash. We retrieved my.