.. or Mrs. K as she was called by the local college students, had her head cocked to one side from around the door and was greeting him with the broad...st of smiles. He stepped up the walk and began to profusely apologize about not bringing any beer for the party. The sexy fifty-three year old red-head pulled the door open and told him not to worry as there was plenty of beer in the cooler and much more in the fridge by the pool. The truth was... eighteen year old Victor Brock wasn't old enough. All of that was nothing now that she realized she would always have him, or one of them at least. At least but maybe more, maybe many, and her mind went down that path yet again. Down the path that encompassed the entire journey from being excited about having her magically powerful lover to the worst case scenario of possibly being gang raped by magic satyrs. As she stood by the folding table arranging her finished laundry a young man entered with an over burgeoning basket of rumpled clothes.. We said hi and he invited me up to his bedroom. I followed him up the stairs and could see his sexy toned ass it moved so nicely as he went up the stairs. As he walked into the bedroom he took off his white vest and turned round and said lets get you un dressed. I kicked of my shoes and pushed my joggers to my anckles as he pulled my t-shirt off over my head. He put his hand on the buldge in my boxers and as i did the same i started to wonder how he would fit his large cock up me tight little. “Sir, may I ask how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?”“For about sixty years.”“Sixty years! That’s amazing! What do you pray for?”“I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims.“I pray for all the wars and all the hatred to stop.“I pray for all our children to grow up safely as responsible adults, to respect their parents and to love their fellow man.“I pray that politicians will tell us the truth and put the interests of the people ahead of their own.