The songs were fast and we got a few good songs in, dancing not close together, but close enough to hear each other sing to the songs that were playin.... We returned to our seats to continue our drinks and talk more.“Amy, don’t you worry anybody will know who I am?”“No, in all the women I have been with, only Monica has ever been to our home, all the rest were either in hotels or their place. It is nice you are here with me tonight. With the exception of Monica, nobody really knows me like you. Her cotton panties were already starting to get wet from the excitement, andwhen Ken reached around with his left hand, she quickly spread her legs so hecould reach her pussy.Yes, this was starting to be a good idea, she thought, as she went up and downon her husbands cock, while the old man who had pulled his own cock out was nowstarting to masturbate.Ken had two finger deep in his wife's sopping cunt, and with that old manwatching Sissy going down on his cock, he thought he had died and gone. Theconstant necessity to keep every member of the congregation not onlysatisfied but happy wore on him to the point that he felt more like apolitician fishing for votes than a preacher fishing for souls.Because Grace was so small, less than 40 people on the actual membershiproll, Pastor Chupco had adopted a system which so far had kept us unitedin peace. Rather than work through a polity of elected elders and deacons,the pastor would call a special meeting of all the men of the membershipto. "She will come get me later" I answered.We walked into the airport together. We casually talked about the weekend and talked about when we might be able to get together again or when you might move to Atlanta.After we get you checked in we start to walk to security. We can see the security line and I take your hand and pull you into a famliy bathroom. You have got to love these things. I pull you close and kiss you. You hold me in your arms kissing me back trying to remember my feel, my smell..