Next time he wants a cheerleader." I said as the doorbell range.I walked to the door to find Sandra standing there. Her hair was a mess and she was we...ring a denim skirt and a tee. I did a double take when I realized she had no bra on and her nipples were proudly poking through the material. She melted into my arms and held me close."Please fuck me!" She moaned."Yes we will but I would like to know how your day went." I said as I felt her hands try to free my cock."Oh god! He fucked me for. ”“Nominally? You’re both serious as a heart attack!”“Technically speaking, she’s a heretic, or to put it more politely, she’s heterodox. So, from a purely technical point of view, and just between you and me and not for public consumption, no, she’s not a Christian. But I would never say that to her, nor treat her that way. In public, I’d call it misguided or poorly taught, but the canons are quite clear about some of the things she believes are absolutely outside the bounds of what Christians. Could she fully trust him? She didn’t know. He seemed sincere when he spoke, but then again he also seemed like a bit of a loose cannon. His brother and father sounded a hundred times worse, and now she was a pawn in this crazy sex game. Feeling sorry for herself sitting here with only the single diffuse light on and turned very low was nothing more than a recipe for causing silent tears to stream down her face, so she stiffly rose completely forgetting about her knee, and almost toppled. I made the first move: french kiss and we took off our clothes: skinny white body, smooth, brown nipples and brown cock, uncut, lot of skin. I started sucking it and did not taste bad, so we started a 69 almost immediately. He was good at sucking. I asked him if he was top or bottom and he replies he never fucks on the first date. I was like... wtf, one of those, so we went back to the 69 and, since I was a bit mad at him for not giving me action, I did not tell him I am getting there and shot.