She had dreamed of calling him "Dan." Please look at me."She turned around on the piano stool. He went down on his knees in front of her. "I think I t...old you that the life of a minister's family has difficulties. They leave friends every year, and the minister's wife learns that the women in the church all know precisely how she should act -- sometimes different groups of women know she should act in contradictory ways."So I'm asking you to take on a hard task, but..." But?" Did he mean what. To the world at large, he was a happy family man, but secretly he was a pervert. He liked teenaged boys of sixteen to eighteen to be exact. He loved to stretch their butts and then turn round so that he could get his share of being stretched. He positively loved being pounded in the rear while he was strapped face down, a thick cushion under his belly, over one of those long wooden benches.I found out where they had their butt stretching parties and bugged the place with the latest in spyware.. His sounds are such a turn on. So uncontrollable, as are mine. The moans and groans, the whimpers, the grunts, the sounds are so loud between us. His long thick rock hard cock is pounding into my tight wet cunt. Over and over he slides in and out of me. With each thrust he is deeper inside me. Each thrust harder, and then harder still. My body thrashes back to him, wanting him deeper and harder and faster. Needing him to fill my tight wet sex with his. Wanting to feel his warm cum inside me.. Andy ordered me to lean back, till the base of the bottle hit the floor and I was sitting on it. “Stay in a squatting position and don’t get on your knees. Lean back, till your upper body is above the bottle, then shift your weight back, till you can almost lift your feet.” I followed his instructions and could already feel the bottle moving further in. “How far in is it?” I asked. “Should be more than half by now,” Andy replied. “Stay like this and wait.” I stayed like this, the centre of my.