As usual, I could hear him noisily suckling one of her boobs as he nailed her. She was also moaning his name, which was the worst part. After a while,...the slapping sound of their genitals stopped and I heard Shorty head across the hall to the bathroom for a shit, whistling as he went. Shorty had to shit a lot for some reason, and he never bothered to shut the door when he did which was completely gross. Sure enough, I could soon make out the revolting sound of him blowing chunks into the toilet. I guess Pastor Frank was a natural born one because he looked about as sincere as a fella can get.The following year there was trouble down in the city by the railway lines and some of our good old boys had to hightail it for the hills to stay out of the long arms of the law. That was good for the lonely girls up on the mountain. but it was bad news for the community because our reputation as law-abiding citizens had suffered a decisive blow.Then there was the case of the two missing revenue. Wendy swallowed before continuing probing with her tongue delving deeper and deeper, varying this with light movements across Julie's clit. Julie moaned softly and ran her fingers through her short hair, urging her magic tongue to do its work. Julie's grip tightened as she felt the orgasm building in her and Wendy's tongue lapped more insistently running across her swollen clit before plunging back into her pussy. "Oh my fucking Godddddddddd" Julie screamed as the orgasm ripped through her in a. “Did you tell him,” Maddy asked. “Sure did,” Joan said. “And?” Joan turned to look at me. Her eyes went from mine, down my body to my feet. They came back up and stopped at the slight bulge I had in my briefs. She did a little wiggle with her eyebrows and winked at me. “It's all good.” Maddy rushed into the room and gave Joan a hug. She then turned and gave me one too. Her breasts pressed into my chest and I felt her thighs against mine. While she must have felt my little frontal lump, she made.