I soon felt his finger lubing me up. Then his dick. Slowly at first, until it was in, then he picked up the pace. I was moaning, it was intense, but n...ot painful. I thought I was playing the whimpering, grateful twink very well. Oohing and awing about what he was doing, telling him how much I loved his cock. I was bent over a couple of huge throw pillows and I could feel my dick sliding back and forth across the edge of them, slick with my drippings, while Nao drilled me. He then started. I winked at her and then I was out of the worship hall and crossing the atrium to the bathroom.I pushed through the swinging door, passed the couch with a couple of religious magazines on it, and then the stalls. My reflection strode by in the mirror. When I caught a glimpse of the face, I just ignored it.Masturbating is so much more important than worrying about that, my mischievous thought. Just rub one out. Cum during church service, naughty girl.“The naughtiest,” I purred as I pulled closed. And I haven't seen one yet that didn't have a shower. Why don't they just spread out a little. Logical or not, he was not going to suggest it. They would just look at him, he figured, and pity him for being a little challenged, that is, a man.Despite all the hubbub, everyone was ready and getting into the Escalade in forty five minutes. The women and girls all wore conservative dresses, but there was no doubt from the styling and materials that the clothing was expensive. Diana and Laura wore. However, Simone couldn't have been all that tired as we soon felt Janey thrashing over the link as Simone repeatedly expressed her appreciation for giving her the experience of the Queen's Tears. With all that noise coming over the link, Sally and Nicole decided it would be a good idea just to stay in bed for the rest of the day.I didn't object.We had played so hard the day before and most of the night that I was surprised to wake up alone the next morning. My two minxes had been so aggressive.