Surprised by your luck, you pocket the coin and head home, humming happily.You pull the coin out and use the net to figure out what you’re looking a...t, and write out the address and instructions so you can see it better. Some of the writing was bothering your eyes so you felt you needed to do that.“This is an encoded message. If you want to change your mind or others, join us. Beware, many have come to us and ended up losing their wills and everything they treasure. There are many of us out. Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves."The more he rambled on the more certain I was that he was no more born again than I was the Pope. This had to be a cover story, but he was in danger of overplaying his hand. Mrs. Devers was no fool. One of the things that made her so good at her job was her ability to read people. But was she going to call him on it, or let him hang himself?"I know my Bible, Mr. Hicks!" Mrs. Devers tried to. .get on your back," she whispered. "I've got to try this."She moved to give him room and Nathan complied. She clambered onto him, careful to keep from being seen from the back seat. She had said she would only teach the boy pussy eating, after all, not to fuck him, but her boyfriend was only 7" long and not terribly thick; she wanted to feel this monster inside of her. She could hear Wendy gasping as Russ lapping her cunny. It was his pleasure to lick cunt an hour at a time, so she knew she had. And I can tell you, my darling hushband, I sure was hot... God, was I hot, just like Shtuart said... right, Mark? You agree that I'm hot?"A long, raucous laugh broke from her limply working red lips as she looked at her husband viciously. "I knew, I knew, I knew," she chanted, as if to torture him by letting him see her bawdy drunkenness. "Stuart told me all about it... the pictures... the photography lesson... I'm not shtupid, you know, Mark. I knew about what you were doing..."The handsome.