Yet, my hands hesitate to open the car door. We have not really crossed any lines, have we? Ms. Peterson is a new member of my congregation. Maybe I a...m seeing sin where there is none. After all, she bravely occupies the first pew, when most like to hide toward the middle to back.She sought a private meeting with me needing my counsel. Maybe I imagined the extra touches of her hand - on my shoulder and thigh. This beautiful woman may have dry lips, that her tongue innocently needs to lick. She. Some of the patrons also looked at her wondering what the heck she was doing. She looked around at them, smiled, and said to all within hearing, "I just want to dance with the music man." There were a few guffaws and some nervous laughter from the crowd as she came up to me."You wouldn't turn me down after I made a move like that, would you?" she said. I stared at her."Huh?" I said. She giggled."You wanna dance with me," she said. I nodded. I don't think I was altogether with it at that point.. I hope his old cock is still working. Baby you pay attention to him and I will sit back and watch you have fun. I love you so much honey. I love you more baby. Now go on and get your cunt taken care of. She turns to Ned and tells him, "I want to feel your cock in me. I want to feel it rite here. You can fuck me rite now if you want. She scooted to the edge of her chair and spread her leg apart. This cunt's for you big boy. She puts her hands on his cock and rubbs is a bit. I can hear her. .. too internalized ... to realize what noises her body was making. There were a myriad of them, including gasps, wheezes, groans and, on two occasions, she uttered an “Ohhhhhh fuck!“ that was much louder than she would have allowed herself to do if she’d been paying attention to her voice. But she wasn’t.It wasn’t her fault that she sounded like she was being murdered in her bed. Bob knew she wasn’t being murdered in her bed. At least he was pretty sure she wasn’t in danger. But he’d never.