In the dim light of the bedroom, Elder Xanders begins to stroke his lengthening cock, images of his fellow elders dancing in his mind. Bishop Angus and President Oaks, driven by their own unspoken longing, lock lips, their hands wandering over each other's bodies. The sound of flesh against flesh fills the room as they pleasure each other, their moans echoing in the silent night. As dawn breaks, they pull away, their bodies spent, but their eyes hold a promise of further exploration into their taboo desires.