Perhaps I need to insert here that I am most definitely not a Biblical literalist – but let's not get sidetracked.As usual, I tried to meet the eyes... of my flock as I preached. It is not usually difficult. On that occasion, though, I was caught and held by the gaze of Ethel Hardy. Subsequently, I was aware that she was watching me rather more intently than usual. Ethel was what we often refer to as a 'Pillar of the Church'. In her late eighties, though looking much younger, she was tall and. I like them better than the woman's in the picture. Can I take off your bra? I've always wanted to do that. I've peeked at my mom sometimes and wondered. Her tits kind of fall out of the cups and sway a little." He had reached behind her when she'd nodded. He'd touched first one then the other as it was released from the bra. Then he leaned forward and before she could stop him he had taken one of her nipples in his mouth. She'd gasped, and he'd pulled back thinking he'd hurt her. But, she'd. She rolled the window down and I saw her in the dim light; and there was a lot to see. She was a fluffy gal, almost as big around as she was tall. Her hair cascaded from under a Santa hat down her back, dark and wavy. She had on a Santa coat as well, the dark red trimmed in fake white fur. I took all this in and asked "Where's Rudolph?" She gave a giggle and said "He's at my place. That's where the coffee is too. Hop in and we'll go see what we can find. It's just a couple blocks away, not far. Why would you be jealous of that?” she asked inquisitively. Lucy was still staring at Kaley's boobs. Just looking at them was beginning to make her pussy wet. She discretely began to move her left hand down her body to the top of her jeans. “Yeah, but they're so perfect and round. Anyway, they're still way bigger than mine. I'm an A-cup.” As she spoke, Lucy took a death breath, and plunged her hand under her waistband, to the inside of the panties, where she began to gently massage her clit..