Short, thin, thirty something, dark hair and eyes. A good friend of Alfred’s in the beginning, but very erratic and known to take a runner when chas...ng someone. REVEREND GEORGE STATON Vicar of St. Alban’s, in the same deanery. Middle aged, brown eyes, hair almost completely turned from black to grey, lean but a small paunch. Straight and married. A mentor of Alfred’s. His wife is Rachel, a tall woman with blond hair, clear blue eyes, tanned and fit, who usually dresses well and looks gorgeous.. ”“I’m not waiting for my benefit, love. Elle. You need to rest.”There was a knock; her whole body tensed and water splashed out of the tub. “Who’s that? Oh! It’s my fudge sundae!”“If that’s a euphemism, it’s disgusting.”She was laying on her belly on the bed in the hotel robe, legs swaying back and forth in the air as she dismantled the dessert. He was propped up on a pillow with his reading glasses on, flipping pages.“You’re right, this is good,” he said.“How have you never read. I needed to taste his cum. I stroked my cock almost to my own orgasm and slowed. I sucked him smoother and used my tongue even more. I sucked him like a professional whore and I loved every second of my fantasy cum scene. Then he started to orgasm. He moaned sharply and leaned further forward and throbbed. His cum flowed like an exploding fire hose. Shot after shot blasted into my mouth and coated my dirty little throat. I slowed down to an almost complete stop just to let him throb and. He knows better not to stop until I do, and even then, he laps up my juices. He lifts his head when he knows I’m coming down from my high and smiles. “I did well, didn't I?” He giggles again. “Oh fuck, yes you did. Now I want your cock in my mouth.” I get up and onto my knees as he stands. He drops his shorts, still sporting a hard cock. I sink my mouth down around his whole cock, taking all of him for my pleasure. He takes my hair and guides his hips back and forth. I take him by his butt.