"Cathleen nuzzled her head into John's neck. The 2 looked like sistersin their reflections in the mirror."When you came home from the spa that first ...ight, you were...different," he said. "The sex that night was amazing but it was adifferent you. You seemed 'free' somehow. Something happened." Yes," Cathleen replied. "Kelly got me to open up. All those feelings.All those things that I had buried inside." You changed," John said. "I didn't know exactly how or why but it waslike a huge. As she came back down to earth I pulled my fingers from her pussy I sniffed them and then licked her juices from them as Evie turned her head to watch me.One might think I had been doing it for years instead of just the past seven months when I pulled fully out of her ass and said, "Suck my cock." She did it after slowly turning around, her talented mouth taking me fully down her throat as she removed all residues from her ass. "That's enough, now I want your pussy," I said in my deep voice and. They are SINNERS!" If you go into their shop, you will see a painting," Rachael said,calming herself a little. "It is a painting by John, the shorter of thetwo. Anyone here who has seen it will know that it was painted by God,through John's hands. There is no way that he, or his partner, areanything but God's own children, favored by him with immense talents." They are SINNERS," the reverend repeated. He was turning red and wassweating profusely. "If I am wrong, may God strike me down on the. Very much a lady, but certainly not a prude. After being married long enough for my two children to have left home, I have a lot of time on my hands during the week while my husband is at work.One morning after shopping, while sipping a short black in a coffee shop in a fashionable beachside suburb, a woman who I had met socially a few times came and sat beside me. We discussed the usual mundane topics middle-aged woman do, like the weather, children, interest rates, houses and similar trivial.