He expects the fisherman to throw their nets before God provides them with fish. He expects farmers to till their fields before God provides them with...crops. If they do not work, He does not provide the miracle of food. In the same way, God expects a husband to lie with his wife and a wife to lie with her husband. If they do not, He does not provide the miracle of life. So lie with me, my husband. Lie with me the way a man should lie with his wife and perhaps God will reward us with a. Zooming in on different parts. A close up of nipples. The engorged lips that are red and flushed, begging to be kissed. I watch her begin to slowly caress her lover. I continue to circle and snap pictures. I catch her tongue pushing into her lovers mouth. The thin tendril of saliva that trailed as their lips parted. Her fingers rolling the nipples making them even harder. The moans that are escaping from there lips I can only record with my ears. I continue to circle stepping in closer to. But he didn't seem displeased with her actions. If anything, he was spurred on to even more vigorous effort.The girl was at a disadvantage. She was trying to keep out of his grasp and, at the same time, was fascinated by the way his cock bounced around. It was a miniature flagpole jutting from his groin. All it lacked was a big American flag fluttering in the breeze."What's going on?" she demanded, barely escaping his questing hands."I'm going to have you! I'm going to fuck you a dozen. “Do you like the way it tastes?” Bibi asked.“Yes mommy,” Heather answered right before she devoured another scoop. “Good baby,” Bibi said. “Now I’m going shopping, I want you and Robert to have fun while I’m gone. Understand?”“Yes mommy,” she said right before Bibi walked out of the bathroom.I then told her to clean herself off. I watched as she soaped herself up and rinsed herself off. I then made her do it again to make sure she was extra clean. After she got out of the shower and started.