Especially before mom and daughter found out, both were being fucked by the preacher-man.That night he walked out through the chapel, wanting to spend...some quiet time by himself before Cindy arrived.As he neared the front of the room, he spotted a woman sitting there, at first he did not know who it was. When he moved to sit down by her he noted it was Cindy.She had her head down, and seemed lost in a train of thought. When she slowly raised her head, he noticed she was crying.“Reverend,” she. The change was astounding, AND beautiful. They had never seen her glow like she was, now. Carl had worn a pair of "snow pak" boots, and a sweat suit. "Maybe I shouldn't say things like this, any more, but, its colder than a Mother-in- Law's heart out there. It's down to 5 outside." Julia was looking at him. "Mom would skin me alive if SHE heard me say that. She's one of the best ladies I EVER met! She's just like her daughter." He was rewarded with a kiss. Julia looked at them. "She fell in. The aroma makes my pussy tingle with memories of past rendezvous, some brief and others enthralling, all thoughts give me a rush of sensations over my skin. I slip on a new leopard print bra, sexy black dress, no panties and red heels. I can feel the lubrication between my legs as I step in to the car for my short drive up to your office. The two minute drive is ample time to relive the feeling of your cum down my throat as you fucked my face while I sat in your office chair the last time I. Taking off is black suit jacket he drapes it over the back of a chair and walks behind me placing a hand on the middle of my back, forces me face down so that I am bent over the table. I squeal with indignation. “Mr. Kline!” I struggle to get up, but he holds me down with one hand and flips up my skirt with the other baring my thong clad ass. Goose bumps rise on my suddenly visible flesh. My mind racing son of a bitch, I can’t believe this is happening. How can this be happening? I think to.