” you whisper demanding. I comply and quickly fall into a rhythm of finger fucking myself and sucking deeply on your hard dick.“That's better, isn...t it?” You say as you let go of my head and gently rock with my sucking. I continue slowly finger fucking myself, letting go of my inhibitions and getting into the moment. My ass is hot and I push back against my own hand, arching my back, leaning against your dick. My gag reflex has numbed and I'm working your cock against the back of my throat.You. "Diane honey, you are going to learn to love this cock as much as I do." Turning her head, she looked back at Paul. "Honey, can we show my daughter your cock? It is so nice, I can cum later, she's my baby, let me help you make her happy."As Paul looked at her turned head he could see the tears running down her face. Looking at those tears he could sense that his friend liked that, the look, the emotional pain, there was a momentary link up between him and his friend, and in a microburst of. I can’t speak about it.”“Another case?”“A few intertwined cases. Wouldn’t you have to give up on being ordained to do that? Maybe even leave your church?”“Giving up on ordination would be mandatory, because there are no gray areas in that regard. Leaving church would all depend on how we decided to handle it. But it’s a silly dream, and I’m going to guess that you’re going to tell me just how difficult it would be.”“The difficulties of a three-way relationship are orders of magnitude above. None of the flats above me could see my place, and there were only a couple of small high windows in the apartments behind me - an unusual situation, but the centres were full of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to have that privacy - I lived in more public places where things happened, but those are for future stories.There was only one neighbouring house which overlooked my windows, and due to a high wall, only one of their rooms with a small glass balcony had a decent view.I.