She relaxed her throat to take me deeply. She had sucked me before this way, but not with so many distractions, and we wanted to be sure she could han...dle it.But this was Bonnie’s Impossible Dream: six at once.I glanced at the others. John was focused on keeping my wife in position as he thrust up into her ass. Louis was trying to keep his balance while wrangling two slippery boobs. Marcus seemed like he was struggling not to cum, while having to provide more support for her legs. Bonnie was. I could imagine my tongue lightly gliding over it and making her twitch. Then on her belly, with her ass pushed up and seemingly ready for me to lick. Her little bud puckered and pulsing with each movement. Seemingly begging for attention. Wow, did I ever want to bury my face in that bitch’s puss and ass. This went on many summer days all through school for a few years even as I went into college. ~~~She was known for her hand-sewn clothes. She was quite adept at this. She would make us summer. Britt will be stunning.”Britt said, ‘I may have to fit Chad with a bib for his drooling.” We laughed.Mom said, ‘Charles, you may need one also. Like I said, ‘Britt will be stunning.’”Britt said, “Dad, I’ve asked Mom to call me Britt and I would like you to do it, too.”Dad looked at her questioningly though he said, “Okay.”Britt said, “Chad is the only one who has ever called me that but I like it when he does it and I would be honored if you thought enough of me to call me Britt, too.” Dad. Bob Lawrence just had a stroke. Know him?”“Not really. I’ve heard the name.”“Stick around.” Then to the phone, “Yes Reverend Metzger.”“Well, actually, you’d have to ask my wife. ‘Love her, cherish her, and attend her worship services.’ Isn’t that part of the standard service for the marriage of woman pastors? ... Strange. Campbell told me it was. Anyway, you can ask her.” He handed her the phone.“This is Terry Metzger. I’m superintendent of the Northern District.” She knew that. “Bob Lawrence,.