John stepped in as the guy who was in my pussy retreated. He sat down in the chair with his cock at attention and had me straddle him and take him bac... into my sore pussy. He took a hold of my ass and slowly lifted me up and down letting his hands wander on my body. He reached up to my neck and tore my dress off me so I was fully nude, riding him. I saw him hand the torn dress to a guy who had his hand out in one of the holes but I needed John’s cock in me too badly to say anything. I needed to. I wonder if you shouldn’t simply choose one, not from the standpoint of adopting a religion, but to have an object of devotion, whatever or whomever it is.”“If I have to do that, then I think it almost has to be the Christian God. I really don’t know any other gods, except the Greek, Roman, and Norse gods, and they seem a bit silly.”“Sillier than a man born of a virgin who dies and rises from the dead? Sillier than insisting that three gods are really only one god? Sillier than going into a. ’ ‘It feels good, Lauren.’ ‘Lie down.’ She lifted my knees and then I felt her between my legs, her hair caressing my thighs and then her tongue slithered slowly and firmly over my pussy. I was already aroused from my session between her legs and this served only to raise my excitement. I arched my back slightly and she told me to lie still. Her tongue slowly moved over me, little pressure, no urgency as if she were tasting me. I felt the tip of her nose nestling between lips that were swelling. Argie raised her eyes then, and said, "I hope you're listening to me, John. Our marriage isn't over. It has taken a new turn. I don't want you running around screwing anything you see."He nodded his assent, but wasn't thinking clearly; wasn't really hearing what lay behind Argie's words."But I'm not saying you can't see anyone else either. I like having another guy in bed with me. I didn't think I would, but your actions forced me to find out if I was still attractive to other men."He raised.