I positioned myself on my back in the middle of the bed, and Kelly and Kristen crawled over to my body. Kelly reached out for my cock, the shaft twitc...hing in her grip as she held it up. "Kris, I will help you get this monster in, and you are going to have to be patient. Give your Dad a kiss, and then straddle his legs with your own."My daughter leaned in for a brief kiss, and then she did as her mother asked and positioned herself over my body. Kelly got behind our daughter as she squatted over. Her back was arched slightly and her head was tossed back. I could see how the muscles in her arm were working her hand around her barely visible crotch. The curtains were still drawn and what little light came into the small cabin showed her in a gleaming half silhouette, the shadows playing along the length of her taught muscles. She spread her legs wide apart now and slipped three of her long fingers into her begging hole and buried them pulling upward and forward leaving her hole gaping. The organist was in awe, it had been many years since she had seen a man’s lower region. As she stared, the man began grunting and thrusting faster as he reached orgasm. Once done, he began pulling his trousers up as if making to leave.She turned to the vicar in panic, who grabbed her arm and dragged her between the pews just as the door opened and out stepped the man, leaving briskly by the side door. A minute later the adjoining door then opened and out stepped a well to do woman wiping her. Maybe I could pick up a trick or two, maybe he could pick up some as well."The dagger in the heart, if it had not been driven home, was still to come. "You see, you are a nice guy. You go to Church, you are polite, a whole lot more than HIM (meaning the boyfriend I assume), you are a considerate lover. Whomever trained you should be complemented as she did a good job. Most guys shove it in, pump a couple of times, squirt, squirt, pull it out, roll over and say, 'Oh, yea, great.' You were.