I push my lips against his back and close my eyes, hoping to fall asleep like this.He turns around though and kisses my forehead. He's not my boyfrien...d nor my husband but he's loving, gentle, romantic. I push myself harder against him, wanting to feel his protective arms around me. He quickly notices my intentions and pulls me up on top of him, where I lay my head on his chest.He slides his fingers up and down my body, the tip of his fingers hitting my bra. he keeps on sliding his arm up and. “More….” she pleaded, as he went to release her. “Where are your manners, Love?” he grinned. “Please….” she whispered. “Good girl.” he whispered back. He leaned in for more licks of her slick clit. “ Oh, yes….” she breathed and arched her back. Moments later she took his head and pulled him to her lips, tasting hr flavour on his lips and tongue. He pleased her with his fingers for a moment more as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his throbbing member to stroke some pleasure of his own.. I got so nervous and turned on that I told him to follow me to supply room. I spread five or six blankets on the floor. I took my dress and bra off. I was on my knees when he came in. "Come to me my beautiful boy" I said.I unbuckled him and undid him. I wanted to do all the things I never wanted to do with other men. He felt like velvet in my mouth and I loved what it did to him. I wanted him to come like he never came with another woman. I wanted to be the woman in all his fantasies. I'd never. ”Today I went down to the church office—he left his cellphone at home and I was taking it to him—the church secretary wasn’t in the outer office, so I knocked on his door and went in. Amy Merchant, chairperson of the worship committee was sitting quickly down in the seat opposite the desk. She was smoothing her dress and her cheeks were all red. Her lipstick was smudged.”“That’s not proof an affair Carla, a dalliance perhaps, but not an affair.”“I might be naïve Aggie,” Carla said, “but I.