"I only mean..." What's wrong with her?" a woman interrupted, a white woman mind you, but one who clearly had better manners than Harold's wife."Huh?"... Harold's wife looked around."She was only asking for the man's opinion," the woman said, and then she turned to me. "I think those are lovely shoes." Thank you, ma'am," I smiled at her."It's people like you who give us all a bad name," the friendly woman scolded Harold's wife and I wasn't exactly sure who 'us all' were, but it didn't matter."I. "Natalie put her head on his shoulder. "This is just so wild. You know most girls dream of their wedding day and things like that, and you know what?"Ryan kissed the top of her head. "What baby?" I still dream of it. Even though you and I could never get married, I still do think about you and I living as husband and wife. Silly huh?"Ryan cupped her face making her stare up at him. "Not at all. I think about it too. You're the girl of my dreams s*s."Natalie looked into his eyes. "I am?" Yes you. ”“Do you ever tell jokes?” I asked sincerely, unable to recall ever laughing during one of his boring sermons. “Or maybe reverends aren’t allowed a sense of humour?”“Ha ha,” Paul said dryly, sitting up straight and shooting me a stern look while placing his dirty bowl on the ground.“Did I say something to offend you?” I wondered.“The Lord’s work is a serious business,” Paul said. “That’s all.”Clearly I had touched a nerve.“It’s not all fun and games like the lives most men live,” Paul. I leaned forward and let him fuck my mouth.Susie said, "what's going on back there?"She could feel him still thrusting but not inside her body. She quickly climbed off me and turned around to see what was going on. I almost pulled off of him, thinking she'd be mad, but instead she smiled and began to cradle my head up to his thrusts.Susie smiled and said, "I always knew it. I knew you were bi. My wonderful little faggot hubby."I looked up at Jim. He was oblivious to everything and just enjoying.