.."She had no idea how right she was there. "Hey I didn't say stop, you keep kissing my perfect ass you dirty slut." She demanded."Yes Miss-" I almost... couldn't say it as my lips was too eager to carry on kissing her wonderful bum."That's it, you losers are all the same, forever kissing a winner's ass!" She taunted. My lips drifted around her moist cheeks and sweaty crack, even pushing inbetween the cheeks to get a kiss of her tight little hot sweaty smelly pucker. Kissing her hot asshole left a. He then eyed Missy fulsome butt as she took Jimmy's arm when they walked away to go to the adjacent meeting room to share coffee with their friends (of which they had few) and neighbors (which were, like themselves, farming folk). In truth, Missy hadn't been taking too much mind to the pastor's words as he preached from the pulpit. Her thoughts were far distant from whatever it was he was talking about. Indeed, his soft, deep tones coupled with, frankly, the boring subject matter was enough to. Caress it. Your wife has told me about the stories you read on the Internet. This is no longer make believe. No longer fantasy. This is real. This is now. Take my cock in your right hand, hold it, and stroke it. Feel what a Real mans cock feels like. Show me how a woman like you takes care of a man like me." I reached up, softly caressed the flesh in front of me. It was so big, and I could tell, not nearly as hard as it could get. My wife was just watching in the corner. A huge smile on her. The bag she was carrying was imposing as well, a well packed gymbag it seemed to be. Bertha than said, I was hoping to get to know youbetter, and later this afternoon found out that it would be sooner thaneven I anticipated, as Ms Sally found me and told me about how reluctantyou were when she asked you for a simple personal favor, and that you mayneed your attitude adjusted a bit. Well Kathy dear, that is what I dobest as you will soon come to understand.With that Bertha walked past Kathy.