The journalist stood quietly by and watched the old man pray. After about forty-five minutes, the old man turned to leave. He was using a cane and was... moving very slowly. The journalist then approached the old man for an interview.“Pardon me, Sir, I’m Rebecca Smith from CNN. What’s your name?”“Morris Feinberg,” he replied.“Sir, may I ask how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?”“For about sixty years.”“Sixty years! That’s amazing! What do you pray for?”“I pray for peace. “I’ve never cum so hard in my life." "That was amazing Mike,” she said, as she tried to catch her breath. I felt her body relax some but she turned around and threw herself into my lap and straddled me. Her tits buried in my chest, and I could feel the nubs of her nipples press against my t-shirt. It felt so good to be desired by this girl. She hungrily kissed me. I relished seeing her naked body. I ran my hands up and down her body as my cock longed to be freed from its prison. She then kissed. At any time possible, Emma pressed her body against mine, usually with the excuse that someone pushed her into me. Around 5 P.M. Emma seemed exhausted and asked me if we could leave. Of course I didn’t refuse, it was her birthday gift. We walked over to the lockers and as we searched for ours, she tapped my shoulder. “Can we go to your place?” she asked shyly. “Why?” I asked. “I don’t want to go home yet,” she explained. “Sure, but only if your parents are okay with this.” She smiled and. " Then you can't lie to me. You are going to cum inside me, deeply inside me, and then I and going to pussy fuck your face and your mouth, and you are going to eat and suck your cum out of me until I say it is all gone. Do you understand?" I...I don't want to eat..." Shh...yes you do, you will want a mouth full of cum, and I am going to help you. I read all your stories, in half of them you expressed a desire to suck your cum out of me. And tonight, darling, is the night."All of a sudden I was.