Good for you, John!”“Yeah. Thank you, Al. You have no idea what this means to her. Or me.”“You’re welcome, John. Treat that woman good, ...okay? She has to be pretty goddamned special to get to you, John. Don’t let her get away.”“I won’t, Stumpy. Take care.” I hung up and looked to where Katie was still sleeping. I smiled and whispered, “I love you, Katie-doll.”Katie awoke and stretched out on the bed. “Johnnie? Where are you?”I crossed the bedroom to her and said, “I’m right here,. An hour later, the rest of the family was informed that the family would be going to church on Sunday.Sunday morning's at the Gordian Ranch were normally chaotic when they all got ready for church. Martha's decision was initially met with grumbles about getting up earlier to finish chores and get cleaned up for church. Martha's raised eyebrows quickly squelched the complaints.The Bradshaw Mountain Church in the back country of the Bradshaw Mountains was different than church in the city. There. Now, she wasbent over that desk with the same guidance counselor snaking into herrectum. The experience was utterly humiliating."Did you ever think I'd be doing this to you, Mike?" No," she whimpered, painfully aware of the fact that there was a stiffpenis in the rectal orifice she had also possessed as a male.Her guidance counselor started pumping inside of her. Slowly at first.But, he quickly gathered speed. Soon, he was fucking her quiteviolently. Over and over, he spread out her fat. It seemed to let out a grunt of sadness as he exited her. She plopped down onto her stomach and continued to moan while she came back to earth. “Oh my god! I can’t believe I just fucked him,” she laughed as she looked at me with a nervous smile. “Are you OK?” I nodded approvingly, and she flipped me onto my back. “It’s your turn now, sexy man,” she exclaimed and hopped on top of me.She positioned my throbbing hard shaft near her pussy. She rode me like a crazy woman. She reached out and.