From the pulpit she emitted power, determination, hope, promises, and (to me) sexiness. I could not keep my eyes off of her. Every step she took, ever...y jump, every scream, every movement she made I made a mental note of it. And whenever she looked in my direction, I would imagine that she could see only me, and was talking directly to me. In short, I needed to meet this magnificent woman. I wanted to know everything about her, what drove her into becoming a preacher, what was her childhood. "The same with the cunt wife," Joey pants back.I look across and see my wife is in rhythm with her rapist, she'spanting too, and amazingly, I can see she has a look of concentrationoh her face. Not a look of shame or pain, but the same look she getswhen I am fucking her and she is working to her own orgasm. The fuckingbitch is starting to enjoy it!Joey pulls his cock out of her and I actually hear her moan ofdisappointment. But Joey isn't out of her for long; he flips her on herback, pushes the. I can just barely remain conscious enough to read myself and him and when I feel his thrusts upward take a sharp note, it's time. A few moves at just the right speed and I'm coming and when I do that, I drag against him and 'BANG!' I feel the first jet deep inside me. I can time my surges with his and after the first three squirts, he's up for some slow strokes that seem to prolong ecstasy for both of us.I lower myself onto his chest and we kiss in a cloud of bliss."I love you, Tina Addison,". ”. Each one making my pussy squirm. By the time we pulled in in front of our house l knew the back of my skirt must be soaking. Mum and Dad got out, Mum went straight upstairs to the bathroom, l wondered if she had gone there to frig off. Dad was at the back of the car, unloading. Patti got out, l took the vibrator out of my pussy and put it in my bag. I waited until Dad had gone into the house with a bag of stuff for the kitchen then l grabbed my bag and ran up to my room.I took my skirt.