She closed her eyes, and felt like she was floating.Martha opened her eyes with a start, she was nude and laying on her bed with only the mosquito net...ing over her. Her head spun as a rush of memories crashed over her. She saw flashes of a second fucking by her husband on the altar, another mind shattering orgasm, another round of orgy fucking by the congregation.Then memories of the two altar girls untying her, helping down from the altar, gently washing her body and helping her get into bed.. “Alright guys, settle down,” he said. “Hey, Mr. C. are you coming to the game?” asked James. “I gonna kill a buncha fuckers from Beaverton High tonight. It‘s gonna be awesome!” “Of course, but watch your language. This is a classroom, not your house or a bar,” joked Mr. Cohler. James gave him the thumbs up. He, along with his crew moved to the back row. James was a big guy. Six foot tall, about 220 pounds of muscle. A brick wall when it came to playing basketball. The class got to their. You’re coming with me,’ he said. His eyes twinkled. It was a joke. It took me a few seconds to realize that and to smile back. But he was already on the other side of the car, getting behind the wheel. ‘Brittany will meet us there,’ he said as he started the engine. The first few minutes, I just stared out the window. I had almost forgotten what so many things looked and felt like. Being in a car again made me extra nervous. I tried not to think about it. I tried not to think about why it was. I was sure that she was having an erotic dream; her hardened nipples and the wetness between her thighs told me the whole story. I pushed her legs to splay them and glued my mouth to her lubed pussy, savoring the most delicious juice I ever tasted. Then, I stretched her outer labia to flick my tongue on the inner cunt and located her clit. I was happy to find that it was already engorged. So, I began to suck it. Mom woke up. She moaned and called dad, imploring him to eat her more. I deduced.