She moaned running her feet up the sides of his body. She ran herhands through his hair, holding his head between her thighs, forcing him tocontinue ...pleasuring her. He squeezed her soft ass cheeks, holding right inhis face as his tongue licked up her swollen lips to her clitoris. Hebegan to lap at her clit using light, rapid flecks of his tongue.Steve began to kiss back up her belly, briefly stopping to giveattention to her tits, before kissing on up her chest and neck. He raisedhis body up. He pulled me closer with his hands on my hips. As his lips pressed against mine, he sat on the bed and pulled me by my thighs on his lap. God, I love when he grabs my thighs. My hands traced down, tongue still wrestling his, and found his belt. He paused the kiss to stare into my eyes, then kissed me again as I felt his hands pull my shirt off, and went around back for my bra. I had his belt undone, pulling the zipper down, and he slipped off his jeans. He pulled me on the bed now, climbing. .. yes, we, including me, who hadn't been inside a church of any description for years ... at an Elim Pentecostal church. Apparently, that was what Denise had been used to. I was one of a handful of white faces in an exuberant sea of dark ones. My main impression was a sort of chaotic enthusiasm. Great singing, energetic preaching interspersed with 'Hallelujahs' and 'Amens'. Prayers, which seemed to consist of everyone talking out loud (and I mean loud) at once.It was an experience.There was an. I could smell a faint smell of alcohol from his breath. This was my chance.I asked for some water, and when he went to get some from the kitchen, I loosened my shirt buttons to reveal my cleavage. When he came to give me some water, I drank it, and pretended to put the cup down by mistake. I bowed down to pick it up and my boobs popped right out of my shirt, staring at his face. But I did not bother putting them back in. he first blushed at the sight, and then tried to hide his sight. I told.