“You didn't listen to a word of my sermon.”“Oh, I listened,” I moaned, my legs spread wide. My eyes adjusted, his form resolving out of the da...kness, a shape. His hands moved. Cloth rustled. “I'm just not that good at obeying.”“Your sinful hole controls you,” he growled as he unbuttoned his shirt.“Oh, yes,” I moaned, resisting the urge to say father. “Preacher. I'm just a slut. I want to feed my naughty hole.”“All through my sermon, you watched me, fantasizing about the sin you wanted to. I swear I never slept with him.”“Of course you didn’t.”Mr. and Mrs. Brown were soothing my back and wiping away my tears. I was wearing my bikini and crying hard. I was thinking the weed and alcohol were probably catching up with me. I was a bit tipsy and kind of horny. I was enjoying the attention that I was receiving from Kim’s parents.“I just think that Kim and everybody else won’t want to be friends anymore with me, because I don’t have a boyfriend.”“That’s just silly dear. Our Kimberly. He moved into the living room and looked down at them. His mother was on her side, her creamy ass jutting back against Fawn's rounded hip. Joan had one leg drawn up, the other straight out. The hair around her cunt was revealed, and she was cupping one of her firm tits in the palm of her hand.Fawn was sprawled on her back, one arm above her head and the other flung to one side. Her flawless titties stood up in firm roundness, tipped by pink nipples. Her chest was rising and falling evenly. Her. She again grabbed my hair and pressed my face against her, forcing me to breathe her in, the only air I had coming from her wet cunt. She began moving her hips faster, harder, grinding my face with her pussy as she moaned with authority, "Keep that fucking tongue working slut, or else."I felt like I was drowning in her pussy perfection and I never wanted to leave my newfound position, my newfound submission.Alicia used her fingers to spread her pussy open for me, spreading her cunt lips wider,.