Why we're so different...
Sage looked confused to the paster and back to julian. "paster stevens is alright, you don't have to worry. he's not like that bitch that brought you here..." julian said as he opened the door. "julian, she's just doing her job...
The wet fox part two
"i know just what to cook, paster, but i'll do it like an itain theme dinner, you go get ready and i'll cook the food, you go watch the t.v."
Why We're so different... Part 3 The Walls Start To Wear...
Alex smiled to the comical relief as he started the car and raced off to the house hoping that he could sneak his poor friend in before paster stevens had walked through the door...
Why We're so different... Part 4 “Fate is only an expression to the unknown...â€
Go play with paster stevens and we'll be done soon." knall said with a charming smile to the larger wolf, who only grinned from ear to ear and offered jon a direction with a point.
My Faith... My Life... My Love...
He scratched the back of his head and flickered his tail back and forth as he thought about what paster stevens was going to do.
Hard at Work
She leaned down over his waste and took hold of it, blushing deeply as the scent of pre began to fill her nose. she stroked his shaft faintly, it have already become slick with his own pre. she smiled up to him and started jerking paster with her paw, the
Playing in the Back Pew
Edited & Coauthored by Averis Playing in the Back Pew "I'm glad you decided to come, This really means a lot to me," I said to Zee. "Well of course, you mean a lot to me, so the things that mean a lot to you are important," She said while tapping...
That Gay Goth Dog: CHAPTER 11: Lovin Pup's (part 4) : The Downfall/The Nigh Sky, And The Dream/The Funeral/The Escape
-half hour later- "we have a eulogy from jeremy." the paster said and pointed at me to come up. hayden grabbed my paw making me turn and look into his eyes. i just shook my head telling him i was ok and walked up.
God's Mercy
At the head of the pulpit stood the middle-aged and muscular brown stallion, paster lithwick. "virgil reid. whispers of sexual depravity have reached my ears, have reached the years of every soul in town.