Ithought about one more test. I left my bedroom and headed to the bathroom.Closing the door behind me, I went to the bathtub and started filling it wi...hwater. When it was 3/4 full, I stopped the water and stepped in. I could feelthe wetness of the water soaking my pantyhose. Carefully, I lowered myselfinto the tub. My skirt tried to float on to of the water, but I held it underand worked the water into the material until it to was soaked. The warmth ofthe water felt wonderful. I slowly slid my. Then, asMeghan started to work it, my world slowly began to melt.Meghan masturbated me for a long time, her fingers wetly working me incircles between rapid little rubs. From time-to-time she would slipinside me, her digits making me stiffen and bite my lip. Playing my bodyas if she familiar with every piano key, she brought me to climaxseveral times until I almost screamed. Towards the end she had begun togo down on me orally, dabbing at that oh-so-sensitive bud of my clitoriswith her tongue. I was thinking very naughty thoughts as I ran my fingers over the lace that covered my dampness. I arched my pussy up suddenly ... my fingers had just rubbed my clit and even through fabric, oh god it responded."Ah..."I rubbed, now tugging the thong aside to reach the pink lips underneath ... damp with how much I wanted the man downstairs. My pussy ached, my fingers unable to relieve its need to be penetrated by something hard and thick. Suddenly I heard the footsteps, the creaking noise and my. Her make-up. Her ponytails. Everything was just Angela creating an illusion of a reality that didn't actually exist. It was suddenly clear to him that he was just part of that fantasy. The impossible older man. The guy she couldn't have. No. The church wasn't stupid. The church was God's way of reminding man what was actually important in life. It was exactly moments like this that were the reason the church existed. Angela could see she said something wrong and she ran forward and put her arms.