I walked through the front door of Har Zion Synagogue. I opened my talis bag and took out a knit, designer yarmulke and secured it to my hair with a b...obby pin. Then I took out the talis, drew it over my shoulders and wrapped it around my arms. I put the bag in my coat pocket.I had been given a moustache and a full, bushy beard and a pair of glasses that didn't do anything but help obscure my identity. I was also aged with some wrinkles.I entered the door to the sanctuary and stood at the back. It was still warm, and though Marcy had put her top on, she was still naked from the waist down. She looked at her watch, and said, "It's moving along, and I want some cock before I leave."I smiled at her, and said, "Where?"She moved over to the blanket, and got on her knees with her ass in the air. She glanced back and said, "Right here, and right now."I moved in behind her, and placed the head of my cock at her cunt. I could feel her wetness. I started to slowly slide my cock into her, but. " His words. When I ask him, "If I like vaginal better, and you like vaginal better, how come you so often insists on anal?" he says it's because his "balls tell him I need it." What is he talking about?-- Niece PieceDear Piece,I can only assume that you read my stories and columns from print-outs made by your uncle. The website on which my writings are posted is off limits to persons of your age but, if your in loco parentis makes my thoughts available to you, all I can say is "truth wants to. She pulled off, trying to catch her breath and continued pumping. I lowered my zipper and started to masturbate myself, enjoying the relative privacy of at least being inside my car. I wanted to go up to him and tell him that he needed to be gentle with my wife, but discretion was the better part of valor and I decided against it, compelled by my own urgency for release, my cock overruled my brain. I was enjoying her public exhibitionism way too much and watching her try to play with his.