I had awakened at some point later, rolled Kayla onto her back and mounted her and fucked her, “Oh yes, Big Daddy, you’re my pussy fucker this wee...kend, get what you need.”We awoke around 8:00 o’clock. I had moved down and licked Kayla to climax, or so she claimed. It did get very wet down there. Then, I had climbed on and got in my “first thing in the morning” fuck. Kayla had kissed me right after my climax and whispered in my ear, “Damn, Big Daddy, you sure do like pussy, don’t you?” Yes,. . a lot?” He asks sternly waiting for an answer.I respond by shyly looking at him ... and shaking my head yes. He says, happily, “That’s what titties are for ... especially yours ... you could be a wet nurse for a hospital.” I blush with him saying that.“Now ... Turn around for me ... let me see it all!” I slowly turned around ... as I did, he continually commented with an “Mmmmm”. Once I turned fully around ... He said, “Stand in front of that mirror over there, not to close though, ... just. Me, I just kind of ignore God, if she exists, and he does the same for me. I hadn't been in a temple or church or mosque since my teens, when I was trying to figure out this religion stuff. There is a quote from H. L. Mencken I'm found of in this regard. "We must respect the other fellow's religion, but only in the sense and to the extent that we respect his theory that his wife is beautiful and his children smart."Until that memorable morning Jenny dragged me to church, that is. That was. ” She moaned in response, it was obvious she wasn’t to go anywhere and he was fully aware of that. His fingers traced her smooth skin, confidently trailing lower into her underwear. She threw her head back as he rubbed the pads of his fingers over her aching clit, retreating briefly, only to delve deeper to feel her wet folds. He smirked against her neck, leaving a blazing trail of kisses over her skin while he continued slow ministrations to her delicate flesh. She grabbed onto the hand which.