Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car...That night, he ...hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply,"We can't tell you because you're not a monk."The man says, "All right, all right. I'm dying to know.If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?"The monks. I began to wonder if I had made a mistake in taking him along to give me a bit of respite with my outnumbered situation.I pretended to ignore them and they did the same to me and I pulled out of the parking lot to continue on our way watching the pair of them accelerate into an explosive finish that was a lot more exciting than our copulation experiment. Sure, his cock was a couple of inches longer than mine but I felt mine was a bit thicker and I had a lot more stamina than he did.Mercedes was. Ummm..." I shivered with unexpected pleasure as my cock seemed to swell even more.He was sucking on it lightly, gently and the man's mouth was incredibly soft. I could feel his tongue on me, moving around and exploring my penis everywhere. I wasn't very large, maybe five inches long at the most and probably no bigger around than a man's thumb, and Mr. Reiser took all of me into his mouth easily, keeping me there while he breathed through his nose. His hands were all over my small black ass,. Attempting to ignore my son and Devi kissing and touching, I grabbed a blanket and covered everyone's laps. Then I kissed Bess and slid my hand between her thighs. Her hands undid my trousers and extracted my penis. We kept talking to hide our goings on."Like I said, Benjamin," said Bess. "We love your poem. I want to use it at my wedding." Really," chirped Benjamin, excited in so many ways."Honestly," said Bess."When did you start writing poetry?" I asked."Since..." Devi's head disappeared.