The guy who runs it had a group up in Montana about twenty-five years ago and he ran into some similar problems with some of the church's ... younger ...members." But he didn't go to jail." No. They couldn't get a reliable witness on him. The families of the girls put a lot of pressure on them to keep quiet. This is one of those things that it's hard to get enough proof to do anything about." And they couldn't set up surveillance?" I'm sure they could have, but there are limits to what they can do. What was worse, I could tell that Adam knew exactly whatwas on my mind. But that was fair enough, as I had caught him a few timesstaring at me with distant eyes, his delicious mouth slightly open.We walked from my place down to the river and did our stretching beside thejogging path. My god, he was divine—as he did lunges to stretch out hishamstrings, his ass strained against the thin material of his joggingshorts. His legs were long and well-muscled, nicely tanned already, and histank top. I had met a nice guy off a chat site for a few meets. He was, however, busy now, and I wanted to explore more. I decided to join a massage parlor site and began to chat with one or two guys online. One in particular seemed really nice so I decided to take the bull by the horns so to speak, and meet him.We agreed to meet and as soon as I saw him I was immediately interested. He was about the same height and build as me, about 5 ft 7 and cuddly, and I knew he was interested by the look in his. She was really getting wet now; the big question was next, and she’d led her father right into her trap. “Oh, it was real, all right,” he said, smiling back at her. “No special effects involved there!”“Can I see it?” she asked softly, her eyes eager and shining with anticipation. “What?” Sam asked, surprised and excited at the same time. His cock had been semi-hard this whole time, and now he felt it grow another inch immediately at her question.“Can I see it?” she repeated, leaning forward.