It reminded her of the rows in the porn theater. Then he disappeared into the room.Marge fretted. Why was the stranger in her husband's church? What d...id he want? She no longer had the anonymity of the large city to protect her. This was her small town -- where she lived. She was surrounded by people she knew. There was no way she was going to leave the choir and meet him. But what did he want? She kept asking herself that question and got more and more agitated. Finally, she couldn't stand it. .. I need help," shesaid in a confused tone; that made David feel a little strange while shelooked him up and down.Slowly she sunk to the ground. He put the groceries down in order to helpher. After all she was on her knees. Without any hesitation she took themoment to grab onto his pants."What are you doing?" He said with surprise, her fingers moving hiszipper downwards while her hands shook. Desperate motions moved hisunderwear slightly, revealing the little slit that he could slide hispenis. I was kind of blown away by all the bare boobs and blatant cock stroking going on around the room. I’d never been to a party quite like this one. No one seemed to care that anyone else was there and watching. When it got to a point where sucking and fucking was going to happen, people just seemed to slip into one of the spare rooms for a while before re-joining the party afterwards.I was getting totally turned on – my pussy was absolutely drenched at that point – and I could tell from squeezing. She's so petite, but as courageous as wanton to win with him. He's strong as a stallion. & Hung like one!Looks like at least a foot, few inches. His size far too wide. Even for her pretty pussy. At least 2.5 inches!I hear you laugh? That's his diameter. He's hung with a baseball-bat. That's why he needs so much time.Time's running out on them. Last quarter left. - Finally a few inches in her pussy. He turns her over again.New strategy: tongue her sphincter to orgasm. We lost count. Fifty,.