Benedetto's tales of the friars of his hometown sparked the memories of the elderly patrons of the barbershop, who, one after another, began to recount their personal experiences on the subject. Many spoke of events that had occurred in distant places, but others began to speak of our parish and the various parish priests who had succeeded one another over the years. When the topic of Don Mario came up, almost everyone smiled, and many asked Fernando to tell them about him, since he was the one in attendance who had known him best. Fernando, a reserved and taciturn man of about 70, initially resisted, but then, pressed, he recounted, for the umpteenth time, a merry band of old swine, what he had witnessed as a boy, a scout, and a regular at the parish. One afternoon, after finishing the scout meeting, Fernando went to the sacristy to return to Don Mario the keys to the room they had used, but when he reached the half-open door, he saw a scene he will never forget. Almost in the center of the room, Cristina was on her knees, sucking the cock of the priest who stood before her with his pants down. Cristina was one of the parish catechists, to whom everyone was deeply grateful for her work, but it was clear that Don Mario was more grateful than the others, at least judging by the moans he let out every time she made his cock disappear down her throat. Fernando remained outside the door, masturbating, spying on the two of them until Don Mario filled Cristina's mouth with his cum and, holding her head, ordered her to swallow it all. The scene was so exciting that Fernando reached an intense and loud orgasm, and Don Mario, attracted by his moans, turned around and saw him. Fernando didn't say what happened next, but many said that from that day on, he began to regularly visit the parish and the beautiful catechist.