“Close your eyes, open your mouths and wait.”

I whacked away at my pole, gasping for air and vibrating uncontrollably. Semen dribbled along their thighs and then sprayed their pretty, young faces and open mouths.

After the tsunami, both, with one eye glued shut, leered at each other, then stood and giggled. One spoke:

“Anything else we should do to prepare for sinful college life, pastor?”

Her friend turned and bent over for her panties, exposing her brown star.

“Yes,” I said. “Sitting will be uncomfortable for a while, I’m afraid.”