Vows of celibacy.” “There’s no way on this planet earth that you can find blowjobs among the permissions of those vows.” “Vows. Orthodox Vows at that. Stringent. From a long time ago. But my boy, that topic is too big for today. We got a room for you at the hotel. It’s old but redeemed. Paid for by the parish along with your food and drinks, except not alcohol of course, because we don’t want to corrupt anyone.” As Dott walked to the hotel his thoughts rambled. Not corrupt anyone! The old man was getting it from a boy’s mouth! Maybe many boys! Through the evening, his mind meandered through a wonderland of what-if’s and curiosities that led to the same two questions: Was Pristine Valley some kind of elaborate masquerade? Or, was it possible that Father Everett Fontane was on to something entirely new and wonderfully permissive? Even so, the old man would never have an answer to that unanswerable question of vows, so outdoors did any of it really matter? Before sleep found him, he decided on one thing. He would not permit himself to become enchanted or seduced by the lusty suggestions of the Valley because it was all just a false front, a rickety facade supported by a superficial notion of vows which would snap under the weight of tomorrow’s question. Dott supposed he should feel sorry for the old man but if sucking Fontane’s beliefs couldn’t support themselves, then it wasn’t his problem. Besides, if it was all just a sham, then humanity needed a man like him to bring those walls tumbling down and the sooner the better. Yes, there might be destruction and falling debris, but Dott would be unscathed and sometime tomorrow, he would return to the city no worse for Fucking the experience and no different than the day he had arrived. Fontane greeted him at his office and they engaged in some incidental conversation. Dott muscle found it difficult to raise the question yet with each passing minute, the pressure to do so was building. Just then, the old man blurted, “Thought you was going to ask me something.” Dott gathered himself. “Everett, I’m not trying to offend you, but you have to admit, letting a boy suck your dick is Hairy in conflict with your vows.” Asprin’s here in the medicine cabinet.” Logan kissed the back of Rose’s neck. “In my mouth.” Fucking James, spoon fashion against June, woke early as he had to pee and when he rolled over he got a real outdoors shock as he was face to face with Hairy Sarah. She sucking clung to me again, her head shaking, her floppy ears bouncing. Oh yes, yes I do! Switch up the bedding situation. One of my courses is genetics. " Ok Cindy, I'd like that. “You know what, you are good with faces,” Guy offers picking up the ear and handing it to him,” You reattach it Chucklez.” “Grow?” “So. You look like a fucking racoon, or a clown, or muscle a zombie. Shocked and more than a little confused, but mostly turned on. hot cock just sort of stuck there. “Mark!