The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 11 (Part 12)

After all, fondling and probing several dozen wet, naked females would make even the most uptight vicar stand up and point. He definitely seemed surprised when, after wrapping me in a fresh dry towel, I knelt on the damp rug and smoothly parted his gown at the waist. Having slightly more experience now in the ‘sizing up’ department, his cock was a nice squat five-incher. Perfect for swallowing whole. Alastair was stiff — in stance, not only genitalia — as I swirled my tongue and bobbed to and fro; my nose buried in his clean curlies while I savored with hollowed cheeks.

Rather than read each individual drabble, you can go to this page which has links to all the complete previous chapters. For easier reading, once I have posted all 30 drabbles, I repost the entire chapter in 3,000 words.

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  1. i’m sorry, i giggled at “fondling” cos that’s like, um, ME. and i LOVE fondling. *sits back down now*

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    • “Fondling” is such a delicious word. It obviously suits you. As for your giggling fit, I’m sure “someone” will make sure you can’t sit comfortably. 😉

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