Monsignor Malone was from Northern Ireland and had been a soldier in the war between the Catholics and the Protestants that was termed “The Troubles...” in a mollifying way of identifying a problem of immense proportion.Sister Angela had played chess with Monsignor Malone on more than one occasion in the large recreation room for the guests and found him to be a brilliant conversationalist that never reverted to sexual innuendo in any form and was most circumspect with respect to the differences. After a while, he indicated he was going to come so Colin retracted his mouth, keeping his lips firmly around the shaft and started jerking him off.Stephen's entire body convulsed and Colin's mouth filled with his hot seed. He squirted his load into Colin's mouth for about ten seconds, and every last drop was enjoyed and swallowed. Colin gave a satisfied sigh as he sat back on his haunches. Stephen slouched down against the wardrobe, his knees weakened, with delight on his face."That was the. I was at the back of the bus facing the front side. And this guy was at my front, facing me. He looked 40-50 years old. While doing this, he wasn’t even looking at me. I enjoyed his rubbing. It continued for 10 minutes. By then I must have given a load of precum in my underwear.Then he looked at me. I didn’t mind him. He slowly unzipped my pant. I was afraid that anyone will see us. A strong stimulation was all over me. He slowly put his hands inside and searched for my dick through my. The girl whirled and saw Johnny. I ducked under her arm and ran to him."I'm not and never have been your territory, and I'll thank you to leave my fiancée alone."The girl's face went from surprised, hurt, and shocked, to angry in the few seconds it took for his appearance and words to register."I'm way better looking that her. What's she got that I don't?" Well ... she's got a pretty sweet personality for one. I think Lisa's better looking too. Also, she's never seen me as a way to get my.