- You, too, talk. Put your children on the right path. From now on, there should be no miniskirts! No topics! No parties and discos! Your children should go to church! Archie's father, for example, complains that very few young people attend the service. Very little!
“Yes, it is,” said Father Archie, rector of the local church of St. Augustine the Martyr, nodding.

This small, fat, bald old man, was also a member of the city council.
- You, Mr. Burgomaster, really, should seriously address the issues of morality of Waddenburg. Otherwise, it may seem that you personally indulge all ugliness.
- I indulge? Otto Hingard stared at the priest, dumbfounded. - Yes, how ... Yes, you know that I am the most God-fearing, most obedient and constant your parishioner.
- Oh, Mr. Burgomaster, there are no complaints to you personally! Cried Father Archie hotly. “We know your piety and decency.” I will say even more, in Waddenburg, there are only three places left where piety is strictly observed, righteousness and moral principles reign. This is, of course, your monastery, mother Louise, my church, and our city hall, where every day our beloved and respected mayor cares about the needs of the city.

* * *

Katty could barely hold back the cries of pleasure rushing from her chest. Dietrich's dick moved in her stretched, wet pussy at a breakneck pace. From the secretary's vagina, so was the squirting. The cock, hot, hard and powerful, drove the girl crazy. Lover fucked her, leaning on top, completely pressed to the surface of the table. Catty's legs hung down, her hands clutched at a large laser printer standing nearby, and he swayed and shuffled with a stand on the table, whenever Dietrich drove Catty into her pussy by the balls.

* * *

- With morality, not everything is so simple, - the burgomaster shook his head. - There is one more thing, one circumstance that may prevent us from achieving the location of the commission.
- What is this? Asked Father Archie anxiously.
- We do not have enough population! - burst out burgomaster. - To obtain permission for the construction of sports towns, it is necessary that the number of residents of the city was not less than twenty thousand! Waddenburg is missing twelve people! My friend from Vienna hid this fact from the commission. And he hopes that we will remove all obstacles on our own.
- Oh my God! Exclaimed mother Louise.
“I think this question is easy to solve,” said Eric Rockkher, a rosy cheeked, bald fat man, the owner of another city hotel. - It is necessary that by January a dozen children were born in our city. That's all.
“This is not so easy as it seems,” Otto shook his head. - All young couples in our city already have one or two children. Five families expect babies. Maybe three or four more families will decide to have more children in the near future. Soon, as I know, twelve more young men and women should get married, but only three couples are planning to have children in the first year of their marriage. Somewhere, you need to get more babies! Seven pieces! Where to get them?
There was silence in the office. The question really was not easy.

* * *

A few more jolts and Dietrich finished. Katty, too, experienced a strong orgasm. She screamed briefly, her buttocks, thighs, and legs jerking convulsively from a hot wave of carnal pleasure.
The girl with delight felt how her vagina was filled with hot sticky sperm. Dietrich, moaning his face into her hair, groaned dully, repeatedly sinking his seed into Katty's bosom.

* * *

- In our city there are a lot of free young girls and unmarried young men, - said the burgomaster. “And although this will hit our morality to a considerable degree, it is necessary that they meet freely and ...”
- Never! - mother Louise jumped up from her seat with agility and energy, not corresponding to her venerable age.The bony hand rose in an accusing and simultaneously protesting gesture. - This will not happen! It is unacceptable!
“But for the good of the city,” he began, burgomaster.
- Never!
“Wait, wait,” Father Archie said conciliatoryly. - Sit down, mother Louise. Let Mr. Hingard say so. It's not as bad as it seems to me. I am sure our head of the city will not allow anything that goes beyond morality and would offend the feelings of our pious citizens.

Looking expressively at the crowd, Father Archie smiled and addressed the burgomaster:
- Dear, Otto, what do you suggest?
The burgomaster cleared his throat and said:
- I propose to open a special club where young people could meet with well-known consequences. Of course, everything must be under control. Couples who will develop in the process of communication, we afterwards will certainly get married. They, also, in the case of their consent to the future marriage and even more so if the conception of the child occurs, we will provide cash bonuses and guarantee employment. Here, my suggestion.

“I think a good idea,” Archie's father applauded.
- Do you think so? - the physiognomy of mother of Louise was extended.
- Why not? The main thing is, everything will be under control. Everything will be within, rigor, decency and ...
- Why don't you, Mr. Burgomaster, bring a child with your wife? - suddenly asked mother Louise, unkindly squinting. “Eileen, your spouse is young.”
“Well, we thought about that,” Otto hesitated.
- That's the solution! The abbess of the convent exclaimed. - Half of the men of our council, quite young wives, capable of childbearing. Come on, help your city!
“This will not solve our question,” said Eric Rockcher. - We with my Martha wanted to have a baby in two years.
- But, you Mr. Rockkher have an unmarried twenty-year-old daughter from his first marriage! Cried the furious mother Louise. - You let her go to the club that the burgomaster proposes to open?

Erich Rockcher came out and blushed to the very bald top.
“I’ll let go if my burgomaster lets his daughters go there!”
- My Anya and Annette? - Otto jumped up from his seat. - Why they? Never! They just turned eighteen!
An incredible hullabalis rose in the office. Everyone tried to shout down the other, mother Louise cursed everyone, Father Archie urged everyone to calm down.

* * *

After straightening her skirt, and generally putting herself in order, Katie gently kissed Dietrich, who was still messing with her pants.
“Come on,” she told him. - Otto is not right, right! You've been late for too long.
“With you, doll, my, I could linger forever,” said Dietrich, answering her kiss.
Katie, taking a deep breath and feeling the pleasant carnal satiety and satisfaction that spilled, first between her legs, and now all over her body, took her place and started typing something, quickly tapping the keyboard buttons.
Dietrich, still could not cope with his pants. And there was no time. Cursing, he ran to the burgomaster's office.

He flew in there, all disheveled with a suspiciously unbuttoned belt on his trousers, jerking his lock of pants.
- Dietrich, where have you been ?! - the burgomaster shouted indignantly. - We, here, have been discussing important issues for more than half an hour, but you, the chairman of the construction, are still out! And what the hell are you like? What's wrong with you? You are from the toilet, I'm sorry ...
“Yes, he grabbed a little,” blushing, as Dietrich had lied to cancer.
He hastily took his place, caught the angry look of Louise's mother, mocking Wilmar Born, surprised and a bit sympathetic to Father Archie.
“So, let us postpone until the issue of the increase in the population of our city,” said Otto Hingard, raising his hand. - Let's discuss again the construction. Dietrich, the city council will have a task of great importance to you.