”“Thanks, Babe.”I kissed Jessica on the lips, kissed Bethany on the cheek, and went back into Michelle’s room. I stayed until her priest arriv...ed around 1:00pm. He was portly and in his mid-40s, and was dressed in typical Roman clerical garb - black slacks, black shirt, and stiff white collar. He was carrying what I remembered to be a portable communion kit.“Father, this is Steve Adams, my friend. Steve, this is Father McGraw.”I extended my hand and shook with him. We exchanged greetings and he. ..fart...FART!"Well, who am I to keep a boy waiting?Thrupppblaaaaaart!I could feel my wind juddering against his trapped truncheon and God did it feel good! Tossing my head back, I roared at the ceiling, feeling my pussy flood with excitement. It was such a turn on to sit on his boner and fart away like a trooper.PPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLRTTTTTTT!I rattled another one out, feeling his rigid dick strain at my crack. My arsehole puckered and not just with the farts...with excitement too. It's always been. Jackie was sitting next to the fire lazily poking it with a stick, she saw and smiled as she got up. “Did you find the militia, which way do we go to get back home?” She asked then her face became concerned when she saw how worried I was “What’s the matter?” I stopped to catch my breath, “We’ve got to get the fuck out of here right now,” I answered “What’s going on?” “The slavers from yesterday are heading this way, and they’ve no doubt have picked up on my trail.” “What are we going to do?”. I walked Chuck over to the cab. I opened the front door and he sat next to the driver. I straighten back up and turned to see Julia. I caught her staring at my butt in my jeans. "Are you ok there Julia. Chuck all buckled in the front seat. Have a nice night. Merry Christmas you two." I said."Stop! Wait!! I mean don't go just yet. Thanks for your help. He is ok to get in the cab now but when we get home it might be another story trying to get him in the house. We live in Columbia MD, about 35.