“Goodnight,” Alyssa said, asian yawning. Part 3 - Twenty miles It was Sunday morning and Father Everett Fontane had delivered a message about purity and the sins of the flesh and reminded his followers how hard he had worked to rid Pristine Valley of the conspicuous sex trades and driven them to the wicked city. Seated behind the chief priest was Father Simon Dott who had been re-frocked and ordained as priest in the Valley just a few weeks before. He watched the congregation gush over the hero that Fontane had become, yet wondered what uninformed parishioners would think if they knew that the good Father was regularly getting blow jobs in his office. Certainly some knew because Fontane had said that “anyone who should know, knows. We just don’t go out broadcasting it”. In the beginning, Dott had nobly tried to poke holes in Fontane’s unconventional doctrine, but the older priest had an answer for everything, including how it all fit neatly into gaps that existed in the vows of celibacy. His explanations were so concise and the temptations so enticing that Dott had not only lost the argument, but also his will to resist. Dott had never made an issue of Fontane’s escapades because, since signing on as a counseling priest, he was getting plenty of blow jobs himself. When Fontane was through speaking, Dott followed him outside to greet smiling parishioners who dressed in their Sunday best and seemed so wholesome. One could blowjob only wonder what perversions lurked in the japanese darkness of their homes, iniquities the chief priest wouldn’t challenge as long as they remained hidden. Fontane hugged children, shook hands, embraced mothers, and seemed to know everyone by name. Dott greeted the few that he had met in his short stay in the Valley and his nerves soared when the parents of two of his cocksuckers approached. They knew their sons were regularly blowing him yet they acted as if nothing was unusual. “Only in Pristine Valley,” he murmured as they walked away. A woman with waves of bouncy blond hair and a white summer dress, and a younger girl who looked similar, approached Fontane. teen The woman wrapped her arms around the older priest and gave him a full, frontal hug. When she stepped away, the younger girl hugged him the same. While they talked, the younger girl stood before Fontane and he Hardcore ran his hands over her shoulders and leaned forward to kiss the girl’s head. How Biden-esque, Dott chuckled. Earl’s moans alerted her he was ready to dump his load, but she’d promised him he could fuck her, so she slowed and eased his cock from her lips. A wife was not to drive her husband mad with lust. I eased back, the molasses of asian my mind turning, the horror and pain dripping within me. Then, the resolution. I cheesed and undid her bra as well. “Oh, thank you, so glad you liked it. She was sad when he left. "So, what's up?" Reina made herself cum, and cum again. teen “I bet you do,” Kora said, hugging Nathalie from behind. We’ll have all night to explore and have fun and love each other” she said, as she grabbed his hand and pulled him out the back door. You’re going japanese to look so fucking hot, everyone blowjob within a 50 foot radius will be staring at you!” "What a clever answer. I was Mom and Hardcore Dad's pride and joy.