No one except Mr. White had ever touched me there before but I knew from the instant he had done so that I would always want somebody to be touching m... there. His finger was like a feather gliding almost above the surface of my skin. I don’t know if he was actually touching me or if it was the airflow generated by the movement of his finger that created the myriad sensations I was feeling. I do know that my knees became so weak that I had to grab onto him to keep from falling.“What are you. I couldn't avoid the feeling that Pastor Paul, starting with a blank slate so to speak, had ordered from the local big-box builders' supply and discount furniture mart. There were no pictures of saints, no statues. Maybe they had a thing like the Moslems against graven images. The walls were off-white, the arched ceiling the same. Whoever had refinished the walls had tried to make it look like stucco. Once when I'd toured a house with Mom she'd pointed that out as a way of hiding shoddy. He sinks in his fingers all the way into her and she twirls her tongue around Uncle Tom's cock, massaging it.Uncle Jim then removes his fingers before laying on his back, his head positioned under her in between her legs with his legs over the arm of the couch. His hand reaches down to stroke himself as his other hand grabs her hip and pulls her down so her pussy is within reach of his tongue.She feels his tongue glide into her and work in circles. She moans again, a little louder as she takes. I think Ronnie should be here tonight, at least for a while, and come home with us. She can sleep in Melody's room, and Suzie will have to sleep in hers too, of course. I suspect Sam will be here all night too. I can call Glenn and let him know about Judy and not to expect Sam until at least Thursday. It's still early enough I can do that. That way word can go around the plant so they know what's going on. I can call Nancy Price too, that's Sam's personal assistant and she can inform everyone.I.