“Hey, God is Good, and if He’s pricking your soul, you better respond to His call,” Lynette rightly said as she rubbed my thigh once more with h...r hands.“Yeaaaaah,” I softly drew out my reply.“Do you mind if I still just sit and enjoy whatever song God has put in your mind?” Lynette sweetly asked.“Nah, I don’t mind. You can sit and enjoy your church service. Do you think Pastor Whiteside will be good with me singing a song without you?” I asked of my co-Number-1.“Oh, he’ll be thrilled with you. Sliding her free hand over Kacy’s back and down her side, Jenny grabs a handful of her huge breasts that, despite their size, still manages to be firm and sit high on her chest.“Get that pussy nice and wet,” Jenny grunts, pushing her hips up, thrusting into the back of Kacy’s throat.Kacy coughs and gargles as her sister’s cock pushes beyond her mouth and into her throat. She just loves feeling her hard cock deep inside her. Saliva dribbles down its length as the big, bulbous head slides in and. I fucked myself hard and fast, thinking of Michael's cock pounding inside of me. My hips rocked up and down as I began to cum. Squeezing and pulling at my rock-hard nipples as the orgasm took over my body, all I could see was Michael's face. When I finished and began to calm down, I knew I had to have him again. I had to find him. But how? I popped the toy into my mouth, tasting my cum all over it. I licked it clean and put it back in my drawer. With a sigh, I got up to finish the cleaning and. Bad thoughts were going through my head...I had a couple of glasses of wine to unwind. Before long he called me into the room to show me his completed work. I praised his work and thanked him for a job well done. That's when he gave me that look.... and said, "You can thank me better than that." There was a split second of silence as I processed what he meant.I knew exactly what he meant but I played dumb and said, "Thank You... Very Much."He moved closer to me... not saying a word... just.