I’m just so thrilled to experience it.”I stared up at the married woman, my eyes blinking. “A ... miracle. Me?”“You,” she purred and the k...issed me.I melted against the reverend’s wife, kissing her with hunger. My tongue played with hers, my heart screaming in my chest. This was all so unexpected. I whimpered into her kiss, my lips working against hers while my pussy soaked my dick. I was so hard. My futa-cock throbbed, fighting against my panties and the costume tape holding it tucked between. The next day it was raining and i saw her at the bus stop getting wet as the glass was broken.I nearly didn't stop,as i thought she would say no again,but i decide i couldn't leave her in the rain.This time she said she would love a lift.She said her husband was supposed to have picked her up but had not arrived.We were soon at her house and as we pulled up her mobile went.'Hello dear.Where were you?.You were supposed to pick me up'.There was a short silence,then she said,'Ok dear.I'll see you. You were 19, male, and not particularly handsome or fit. a bit pudgy if you were being honest. at least you had a big dick, 8 inches full mast. you'd measured once. despite your large member you hadn't actually had sex with anyone, since you not only lacked a fine body but also most of the social skills necessary to navigate the modern sexual world. You are bisexual but mostly lean towards women, finding most men too hairy and squarish for your liking. you get out of bed and throw on a t shit. ”“Oh, so you know about the camming too, wonderful, good job slut.” She pinched Sierra hard on the side. “OW! Stop calling me a slut, what’s your fucking problem!?” She cried, tears leaking out again. “Want me to say it? Right here? Fine. I found out about what you did with my mom.” “WHAT? HOW? I mean, what the fuck are you talking about?” “Well, all my underwear were dirty last night so I went into her drawer, and guess what I fucking found? Your little yellow fucking.