I grabbed a handful of her long hair tightly in my hand, and fucked her pussy like a dog in heat. “OOOOOHHHHH! Yeah, fuck me, Uncle Bill, keep going...!” Katy encouraged. I found her asshole with my free hand, and slipped a finger into her forbidden brown opening. Immediately, I could feel her vaginal muscles react around my love piston, contracting and releasing as another orgasm brewed. “Oh, I like that too,” she admitted, “put your cock in my ass!” she pleaded, as she reached back and spread. You think Dr. Wilks is worried about what his wife thinks. Do you think I am worried about rushing home and telling my boyfriend? Half the guys I hook up with here have a family back home. Conferences are an escape. I know you've felt that too." She wasn't wrong. These short trips away had started to feel like a completely parallel universe to the one back home. I loved my wife, but there was a little bit of a thrill - a charged energy - with stepping out on my own in some weird city. Or of. ”“Really? You’ve got some nerve. You’re an arrogant little creep, you know that?”First I had to decide on a turn-around location. There was an interchange at McLean Avenue that would work fine for that. Then I had to think of a comeback to her statement. My usual tactic in life was to placate people, but now I decided to get dramatic.“Actually, Minerva, you are a cock-teasing little bitch, that’s what I think.”“I beg your pardon?” I knew it was not a good sign when a woman said that.“You heard. Then we turned our heads to the left. Twelve Deacons, dressed head to toe in black, were rhythmically clapping and chanting in unison. They walked slowly, in lockstep just like on a parade ground. They marched south toward Fourth Street, toward the Holy Redemption Church of the Resurrected.The Reverend Garth Venerable, wearing a white robe that came down to his ankles was walking behind them. The robe was tied at his waist with a braided rope, also white, with some kind of fancy knot.But what.