He leaned over me then, on hand on the altar, and the other on my left breast. He began sliding in and out of me then. He slid all the way out, then a...ll the way back in, the wholeness of his cock filling me completely. "Feel that," he rumbled. "We touch at the root, in a sexual way. We move together. Feel the power rising, open yourself to it."He fucked me harder then, not pulling out all the way, but still those long sure strokes. Still that full press into me. I tried to breath, but his hand. I was confused and said, “what is lingerie”?“Oh sweetie, you must know that lingerie is what we call women’t undergarments,” she said as she got up from the table and left the room.I stepped closer and looked at the panty that was this delicate pink color and looked like liquid with its folds reflecting the light in the room. I touched the satin with my finger and it felt cool and so slippery against my finger and I wanted to know more. “Why would you give someone underwear as a gift, why would. She still didn't notice I had ripped her tank top off. Or if she did, she didn't give a shit. I happened to look out the kitchen window and saw Walter Hawkins, the trailer park handy man, all scrunched down a little and looking in our living room window at my bare titted Dessie Mae. He was jerking on his dick; and he had the most pathetic expression on his face. I slipped out the bedroom door and walked up behind him and grabbed him by the collar."Just what the fuck do you think you are doing. His eyes were closed, just occasionally opening to see his cock going in and out of her mouth. He had realised soon enough that she was an amateur in cock sucking but she made it up with a sense of enthusiasm. He realised that like many Indian women, she had always considered sex taboo and had not explored much. He decided that it was soon going to change for her.Clutching her hair, he slapped his cock on her lips a few times before she herself put her tongue out only for the cock to be slapped.