From the hit they should have learned that I was smart and if I came upon a moral issue, I tried to find a compromise. The real question might be, wha... would I do, if I couldn't find a compromise.I at least had several hours to prepare myself for my meeting with the Deacon. I wasn't so much working on a defense, as I was trying to find the best way to defend myself. Yes it was a subtle difference. I decided that to defend myself I needed to at least have an idea of the thinking back on the. .." The words remained trapped in her throat.Long tormenting humps dragged her pussy over his coarse hair. Tiny needles pricked the swollen lips of her cunt and the exposed bloated tip of her blood-engorged clit. She was delirious.She bucked on him, her brown eyes disappearing into her skull. She ground her clit into his coat. Lightning bolts of pleasure ripped through her cunt hole.Falling forward, she gripped the pony around the neck. Her tits mashed into his neck. Warm fuck juices seeped. During all the time that Becky had been in the swing (about 3 hours) thepeople there had changed some. A lot of them finished their business afterthey had their fun with Becky & Angel & left. A bunch more had come in to shoptoo. There now were probably 35 people in the store. About 20 women & 15 guys.Now it was time for Angel to get in the swing. Before she got in I told her toremove her torn blouse & finally get totally naked. Then Carl & me helpedstrap Angel into the swing. After we were done. I gently parted her lips with my fingers and lowered my mouth to her pussy, barely touching it with my lips. I breathed in the heat and aroma that was coming from her before, as skillfully as I could, I dipped my tongue as far into her as I could. This is my favorite part, the creaminess of a woman who has thoroughly been worked up. She let out an almost orgasmic moan. I was licking inside her as far as my tongue could reach, and she tasted so good. I then easily slid two fingers in her and.