I’m not a connoisseur of church services – I’m too uncomfortable with many of the ingrained attitudes and beliefs of mainstream Christianity to ...e a regular – but I’m familiar enough to know it was a middle-of-the-road Anglican Communion service, which took the usual hour. The motherly type wasn’t the Vicar, though she did read a lesson; the service was led by a younger woman who, even in the robes she wore, was clearly slimmer.At the appropriate point, we both went forward for the bread and. He wanted to bite them. She then spun around and grabbed him and started kissing. Her tongue invaded his mouth and met with his. He wasted no time grabbing her tits and playing with them. They filled his huge hands. He turned her around and pressed her back to his body so he could run his hands down to her stomach and lower to her pussy. He felt under her short dress and pulled the thong aside so he could touch her pussy. It was smooth and he loved the feel of it. He then pulled her dress over. We brought our glasses in with us. May hopped up to refresh our glasses as I seated Laura and then sat down myself.Laura looked at the plates, silverware, and food. "Ladies, this is exquisite. I am officially impressed."May smiled impishly. "Thank you. We thought Daddy could use all the help we could provide."I blushed. Laura said, "He's doing quite well without help though I appreciate the effort you have expended." I blushed a little more but was proud of my girls. Their efforts told me that. I was still a little self conscious about being the only naked man in the area. But the women made it all seem so natural and normal that I was soon comfortable.When we were seated at that large patio table under the awning with the rest of them, Jan asked, "Any regrets?"Andrea and I smiled and I said, "Yeah. I regret that we didn't meet you people sooner."Andrea chuckled and said, "But then I would have been even younger, Dean! It took me weeks to get you to fuck me after I turned.