Ted, her husband, is also a religious zealot--a devoted follower of some right-wing evangelical minister on the east side with a church complex the si...e of a small college campus. Given their mutual commitment, body and soul, to their religious beliefs, I guess I just assumed that they wouldn’t be casualties to any form of marital strife, at least none for which there was not a spiritual answer.“Anything we can help with?” I asked, expecting the answer to be no.“Not at the moment, anyway,” came. The living area was illuminated.I passed by the house several times... checking that everything was ok... and trying to calm myself down too... Then I saw her thru the curtains... serving herself something to drink... I saw her shape. I started to walk towards the door. She came to the window... her face was beautiful... she smile to me... and came to open the door. That moment was eternal... I was shaking like never before!She opens the door... standing with the glass of wine. Her pose was so. Together!" whispered Sarah. "Yeuuuuuw!" Come on, Sarah. Grow up. It's a guy thing," said Kim. "And, your answer is acceptable only by technicality, Bob. Ok, it's your turn." So, Kim, truth or dare? What color are your panties?" Bob smiled to himself."Oh, no, I'm not falling for that old trick. The way that works, girls, is I say a color and he challenges, then I have to show my panties to prove it's true!" Oh my god, what a sneaky thing to do, you bad boy Bob," sneered Heather. Sarah looked on. He gripped my ass with both hands and lifted my waist off of the bench. He buried his lipsand tongue into my sweet rosebud, savoring every moment. I lifted and spread my legs farther apart, grantinghim easier access and offering him his final welcome. Since the bench was rather narrow, fucking in the missionary position seemed unlikely. Colin sat up against the wall with his knees spread apart. He looked like a barbarian king, sitting naked on his throne, his massivemanhood towering powerfully.