And I couldn't resist reading the copy I found when sorting through my grandfather's house. Who knew the old coot was a heretic? The account of the Ty...rants was so different from the Histories; not brutal dictators who enslaved mankind, but loving Gods that valiantly fought against the Demons and tried to create a Utopia before being murdered by Saint Chasity.I shivered as I waited. It was spring, but the nights were still cold. It seeped into my body as doubts crept into my mind; nothing was. This isn’t what I had in mind...”But she bent her head down, and hoping the driver wouldn’t notice, enveloped the head of his cock between her lips and tongued him furiously, trying to satisfy him before they arrived at the apartment.In that she failed. The trip was shorter than either of them expected and the driver was as disappointed as Paul, who tucked his throbbing erection away and zipped up his shorts before paying the driver and goosing Callie as she got out of the cab.“You’re crazy!”. Cindy popped the penis from her mouth and looked at him, panting from her own arousal. "I want to fuck like bunnies!"Jim gulped and then saw Cindy raising her eyebrows at him. He started to laugh. "Oh, good one!"Cindy gave a very nervous laugh. "Thanks! That's the one thing I really missed when I lived with the rabbits. They don't have much of a sense of humor. They never laughed at my jokes!"Jim nodded and grinned. "And how do bunnies fuck?"Cindy batted her eyes and him. "Here! I'll show you!". She confirmed that at breakfast when we discussed fasting.”“Only my idiot brother would let stupid rules like that prevent him from banging a hot chick who wants him!”“When’s the last time you were in church?”“OK, Mom, enough,” Liz growled. “It’s all bullshit, Mikey. Just another way to control people.”“Nobody controls me,” I said. “I choose to do the things I do.”“I don’t recall getting laid being approved by the Church,” she said, sounding a bit snide.“It’s not,” I agreed, “It’s something.