”“Flatlander!”“Cheesehead! You know why they have artificial turf at all the football stadia in Wisconsin, right?”“So the cheerleaders won...��t graze!” she giggled. “Stadia?”“The correct plural for the Latin ‘stadium’, which is one. No surprise a Cheesehead didn’t know that! Do you know the difference between trash and girls from Wisconsin?” I grinned.“Trash gets taken out once a week!” Cindi smirked.We both laughed and I removed my hand. She poured herself another glass but only sipped.“Better,”. Especially as a family. Instead of putting all our energies into the church our parents had imposed on us, we put our energies into each other, our children and ourselves. I have even attended John's new church on occasion. Perhaps if I had known you could believe without trying to run everyone else's lives, I would have never left in the first place.But this story isn't about the church, it's about me and about it's about sex and what you might discover if you dare to lift back the curtain. " Oh..." Do you like it now, slut?" Oh, yes." You will soon have my cock, but first, I want to see you come this way." A third finger was added and she cried out, he only increased his rhythm till she moaned and went into orgasm.He opened his zip, his cock was ready."On your knees."Still exhausted from her painful climax, she knelt and he pried her lips open. His enlarged cock invaded her."Just suck me till I come."She did as told till he exploded abundantly in her mouth. His cum seemed too. The slip went to an inch above my knee and felt so light and airy on my thighs as I swayed from side to side. There were two skirts, one blouse, one stretch knit top, one sweater, and two dresses. I opted for the long-sleeved Laura Ashley country floral print dress. It was 100% cotton, had a fitted elastic waist with 4-5 buttons up the front to the small-ruffled collar, and buttons on the small-ruffled cuffs of the long sleeves. It was size 14 and a delicate light pink flower pattern and felt.