As the water washed away the soap from my skin, she began to kiss against my neck, biting and suckling on the flesh, I moaned as I could feel the fami...iar ache in my pussy from being aroused. Her hands moved to grab against my breasts, mouth covering each nipple in turn, suckling and biting at each of my sensitive nipples, my own hands moving to place one against her breast, the other rubbing between her thighs, tugging and massaging at her clit. 'Mhmm, rub faster... and get down on your knees. Beingmentally ill was one thing, you might even be tempted to sympathize withthem if they acknowledged their condition for what it was; but thesepeople simply had no shame or decency, as if they didn't even recognizemorality when it was right in front of them. They called it "hate".She remembered the moving sermon she'd heard Pastor Don give last Sundayat her church, Foursquare Pentecostal, based on the passage from Isiah1:20: "Woe to those who call evil good and good evil..." How timely. He had a nice view down the neckline of her shirt at her breasts gently swaying as she moved. She reached to his belt buckle and undid it, never breaking eye contact with him. She undid the top button, and then the second before his cock began emerging from his pants. She noticed his eyes on her chest and smiled. ‘You wanna see, don’t you?’ She stood up and swayed slowly, dancing only for him to unheard music. She moved her hands slowly up her thighs, moving one to her crotch as the other. Together we had 4 hands rubbing her tits and legs and it was obvious Babs was loving it. As my hands kept working their way towards her pussy, dad was softly working both of her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Her nipples were rock hard and begging to be sucked so dad leaned down and kissed both nipples before drawing one of them into his mouth. I saw her unknowingly raise her chest as if she was trying to put more of herself in his mouth. Watching my dad suck on my wife’s nipples was.