When my dad left, I prayed for him to come back, but he didn’t and I stopped praying. It didn’t seem to work for me.”“You expected too much to...o soon,” John said giving him a light pat on the shoulder. “Why don’t you join me next time I pray?”“I don’t know about that, John, it’s not cool to pray.”“Cool, that’s an interesting adjective, Donald. It used to be awesome, neat, and terrific along with many other styles.”“Maybe you could just kneel and listen to me?” John added.“I thought people prayed. ‘Lets try and look like the natives around here’ I said. Finally, we set off again and I pulled the map from under the seat, just to check on our route and distance to travel. I studied the map and found the two main routes. One was the long haul along the motorway, the other was much shorter but took us through Glenshane pass, a hard catholic area, not known for giving British troops a friendly greeting. ‘Anything been happening around the pass?’ I asked the driver hoping he would be up to. Your presence is compulsory."Megan smiled. "Of course I help you, darling!"Oscar still stared at the letter."Yes, well…", he started, and searched for words.Megan laughed. "What is it, Oscar? You act as if he asked you to perform a song!"She lay aside the brush and reached for the letter."No, wait…!", said the young man, but it was too late.His wife started to read the letter."Oh, it's called 'The Venetian Evening', how exciting!", she exclaimed. "And it's taking place in an old manor.. I grew a little angry , i was still wet, sore throbbing and leaking his cum. I slid over to the dry side of the bed and fell asleep.The following morning i woke up extra early to take a shower ridding my deverginized pussy of the sperm from last night.. Threw my blood soiled white sheets away and got dressed. It was a little difficult to walk I still felt pain everytime i walked or sat down and Antwan was the first to notice. He grabed by ass while i was walking thru the hallway." looking at.