I continued rubbing for a moment and Courtney said “Mike, put your finger in my ass.” Teagan was washing Courtney’s front. We glanced at each ...ther and smiled. I pushed my finger into her. “Oooooo…I like that. Ooooo yeah. Courtney mewed softly. Unlike Teagan, Courtney’s ass offered little resistance as I pushed my soapy finger into her. I slid my finger into and out of her for a few moments. Courtney had taken hold of Teagan’s arm with both hands and was concentrating on the anal. I had a feeling I knew her and yet at the same time was aware I had never met her before, she was sat about 10 feet away facing the door, and when she looked at me, I thought she gave a knowing smile. When the drink arrived I took my time, enjoying the comfort, when I glanced at the lady and I am sure she deliberately leaned forward to pick something off the floor, which had the effect of her left boob falling out from the fabric, she was smiling as she pushed it back, then a few minutes later. Think of it like this, just like any lady, when you're all dressed-up;you want to show off how great you believe you look. It's like any ladywould feel. Here you are all dressed up pretty and feeling great insideready to go out and show off how great you look, but you can't."I call it the "Pretty Girl in the Cage Syndrome." You are dressed to thenines, feeling oh so pretty and happy about how you look, and wanting toshow yourself off to the world. Only there's no place to go that youcould pass,. Going to the church office one afternoon, he found Pastor Jonathan Boatwright, who appeared to be about thirty. Tommy didn’t know much about Boatwright’s particular brand of church but had been told that the Christian Church was an independent Bible church that was very welcoming. After getting acquainted, the Pastor agreed to perform the service if Tommy would consent to bring his bride to one of their Sunday services after the honeymoon.“I don’t want to offend you,” Tommy told the Pastor,.