I looked at him over my shoulder, seeing in him the same intenseneed that I had. I knew what was next. I could see it in my mind andhis eyes. He wa...s going to fuck me, right here, bent over the arm of thesofa, my skirt puddled on the floor by my feet. By my heels.I undid the button and then unzipped the skirt. Being high-waisted, Ihad to work it down over my hips, which made me feel soooooooo feminine.YUM YUM YUM! Then I heard it hit the floor. His hands made quick workof my panties, and. With Hisright thumb, He began to trace, first one fold, then the next, only to rest just under her clit. He zigzagged His thumb over and around her clit as His lips began to open and close over her opening. She could feel her nectar begin to gather and pool as He fucked her with His moist, perfect mouth. His teeth scraped over and pulled at her labia while His finger plunged in and out of her aching cunt. The sounds of the fingering, and the aroma of their passion was dark and made them both. ”“Cum for me, Chelsea, make it run down your legs. I want you wet, when I bend you over, and fuck you.”“DAMN, I have never had a cum hit me like that. OH FUCK, you made me have another one, Bobby. Dig your fingers in me again, like that.“NNNNNnnnnnnnggggguuuuuhhhhhhhhh. FUCK, what are you doing to me?”“I was just touching you; I want you to feel good.” I smiled at her in the dim light.“Feel good, my ass! I’ve got pussy juice running all down my legs, to my knees now.” She laughed, and hugged me. They walked together towards the building that housed both a church and a television studio. The front had stained-glass windows 25 feet high, illustrating well-known Bible stories. The boxy, industrial back of the structure hosted a forest of antennas, both microwave and satellite uplinks. The sign on the narrow strip of lawn proclaimed that this building was the “Temple of the Trinity.”They had a meeting in ten minutes with the fellow who ran this media operation, a rising TV Preacher from.