' The street facing the center was a one-way street barely two lanes wide with parking on one side. The street along the side of the building, wider, ...with two-way traffic and the occasional city bus, marked the edge of the village because on the far side was the parkland belonging to a century-old private golf course. Most of the houses were small single family dwellings but, on the corner across from the day-care, there was a large apartment building of perhaps 150 flats on ten floors. Local. Do you know how to play Marilyn?"Marilyn sat down on the couch and thought about the game. Sure she knew how to play Twister for God's sake, everyone had played when she was in college and usually it was done in a sexual context. The boys were always trying to get the girls to show off parts of their bodies or to touch them in places they shouldn't. Yes it had been a great game especially as a prelude to sex. "Yea guys, I know how to play, but I don't think I'm dressed for this." Marilyn was. The preacher’s office was beautiful with a large desk, and beautiful religious decorations. Brother Stan introduced himself to me, and asked me to sit. He was a beautiful man, missing his calling to being a model. Behind his desk on the wall was a sign. It read Wives submit yourselves unto your husbands as unto the lord. Our conversation was very pleasant until he started to ask me personal questions. He asked me if I believed the bible was the word of God. I told him I absolutely did. He then. ” Kelly giggled at Sasha while we were walking back. Sasha looked horrified, but quickly rolled her eyes so we knew that she didn’t mind THAT much.“You’re just jealous.” Sasha grinned and teased when she used one hand to fondle herself and the other to grab Kelly’s tit. Kelly jumped back and yelped.“Hey, watch it!” She laughed. They both laughed, and I simply blushed, smiled and watched off to the side.We all got back into our circle. There was a little chatter, but that died down as the bottle.