Part 4 - Dana It would be easy to explain why Father Everett Fontane was not going to hear a soft knock that was soon to come to his office door. It would be harder to explain why the chief priest of Pristine Valley would be seen laying with a blond boy on his office sofa. While there would seldom be a good day for such a discovery, this day could not have been worse for Father Simon Dott because he was just returning from a fabulous desi morning, one he had spent with Dana, Fontane’s own grandniece and one arranged by Fontane himself. Dott parked his car and checked in with Jenni Hale at the front office. She handed him several messages and said, “Father Fontane said he wants to see you as soon as you got back.” “Figured he would. Is he busy now?” “He had a counseling appointment but that was an hour-and-a-half ago. I would knock first though.” And so, Father Simon Dott began a fateful trek toward a soft knock, a quietly opened door, and a brazen scene that would alter his day and send him away in shock. It was outrageous! A sixty-something priest wrapped around an unknown boy! It was...iniquity! Iniquity beyond iniquity! Even Father Fontane’s cleverly crafted doctrine had no tolerance for sodomy yet there he was, the good Father, humping away! Even so, Dott also understood the dilemma that accompanied his shock. If he confronted the old man, it would almost certainly be the end of his pleasures in the Valley, but if he didn’t, could he live with himself? His torment was eventually interrupted by the intercom on his desk. “Dott. You there?” He cleared indian his thoughts enough to reply, “Y...Yes, Father Fontane.” “S’pose to see me soon as you got back. Come see me now.” Dott washed his face, mustered his courage, and made his way to the old man’s office, still uncertain of what he would do. The blond boy was gone and Fontane’s demeanor was as if nothing had happened. “How was your morning?” the older priest asked with a salacious smile. “It was...It was...” Dott squirmed. “Everett, I...I saw you.” “Saw me? Saw me what?” Why do I enjoy kissing him so much? Her hot grip massage me. I buried into her. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the clothing drive. I wanted it more. I put the bikini on quickly and walk to the front of the store to show Mandy. “Yes, indian she did, Todd. I dumped out my supplies upon the bathroom counter, the small jars of body paint rattling together. My girl-cock erupted. We head over to the darker area the booth is in, J doesn't walk strait anymore, tit out, tit in all the way! I could hear liquid slapping and moaning as Carol was flashing her hands in and out of her hot cunt and pulling and slapping her clit. I waved to my fans, blew them kisses, and drank in their adoration before I vanished backstage. She began to raise her head, but then appeared to reconsider, and she let it drop back. I laid there for many more minutes then slowly and gently got up and out of bed. My tip broke new ground inside her, parting her tender resistance, her sphincters pulsing around me, squeezing me, milking me. I passed the third ring, and desi her shithole swallowed me to the base. "Wow, that's amazing. I never said anything about it with John. This'll all be over soon.” She tenderly strokes the side of Margaret's masked face, making her whimper. She taught me this.” The high priest raised his hands to quiet all those there. I opened my eyes and couldn’t see much, but it looked like Uncle Dan was leaning over, and assumed Dad and Uncle Dan were kissing; Uncle Dan’s cock in my mouth and Dad’s cock in my ass. After a few more strokes I reached the point of no return. Collecting her dirty things and heading for the laundry.