Try as she might, Daisy couldn’t shake the dreams. But she was used to them. It was brutal losing Jake every night. And it was a different scenario ...every night. Daisy lost him in so many different ways, to so many different women. It made it hard to sleep. She needed him. Always. But it was futile. It could never be. ‘Jake,’ she pleaded to the dark, ‘just leave me alone.’ ******************** Daisy was put off with Jake. She had a massive list of chores that only seemed to grow longer every. Okay the sex was spectacular, but she wouldn’t know to compare him. Months had passed, and he hadn’t been able to be with another woman. Somehow when he ventured out into the stream of casual lovers he had before he met her, someone who wanted a hard fast screw with no strings. He couldn’t bring himself to actually touch them. The women were always lacking. Their bodies were either too hard, their sexual flirtations too pushy, or their expensive bottled scent was overpowering. He would sit. You've seen it before when they ration 'kindling sparks.'" To be a Father of the Faith, you need to understand respect. If it can't be taught, it follows that you can't teach someone to be a Father of the Faith," I mused."There is a conundrum, Brother David, between something that can't be taught -- but something that can be learned."I thought for a moment. "That's what they mean by witnessing, isn't it?" That, and of course, revelation." And it all hinges on faith, doesn't it? Without that. I now had two hands caressing my cock that was straining under my pants. Since I was dressed as a homeless person, my pants was old sweat pants and it made it easy for them to slide their hands under my pants. I had not underwear on underneath, so when the first hand went inside my pants she could easily wrap her hand around my shaft. She leaned into me and moaned that she was willing to see how would win, the uncover stripper or this old fashion princess as she was dressed as. I felt a second.