Franklin O’Leary had been shocked, then frightened. Then he started bawling. “It was just sex. Those kids were turning tricks anyway.”Oh. Well, ...hen. Un-cuff the misunderstood Jesuit.O’Leary had told the truth, partly anyway. He was a failed priest. From long ago. For the past 24 years he’s been on the scuffle -- a carny huckster looking for fast money. He’d been selling shelter kids for sex ever since his phony credentials -- buried long enough to elude the Sullivan twins -- landed him at St.. Maybegive up my balls but keep my penis? Or how about some kind of surgerywhere I could push my penis inside of me somehow and have it remainthere until I had to use it to pee after which I could simply push itback inside? Don't ask me why, to this day I don't know, but thethought never occurred to me to have what's called SRS surgery; i.e.:have my crotch surgically remade to appear like a woman's.But during my next appointment with my counselor, after I had presentedall the crazy ideas I'd. Even though I felt really stretched, it didn’t hurt so much by then and it felt good to me too. He said that was the only time in his life that he wished his cock wasn’t so big. He finally pulled out, grabbed his dick and furiously masturbated it. He must have really been turned on because in no time at all he came, shooting a huge load of cum all over my pussy. After he milked the last drop out of his cock, I pulled him up to me and cleaned the last residue of semen on his cock with my tongue. Saying so she just slid her fingers into my boxers and there I was feeling my mom’s fingers on my bare dick. Instinctively lifting my hip up all I wanted was more of her hand on my manhood. She started playing and fiddling with it. Moving her palm up and down inside my boxer sometimes she would press her fingertips on my balls. I just got lost into the feel and by the time my eyes closed, I already felt some precum oozing into her fingers as she just touched the tip of the pink cock. All I.