Her mind filled with the image of hot hard cocks and sweet dripping pussies, her body screamed for release as her fingers pounded her cunt. Faster and...faster her fingers churned as the room filled with her moans of pleasure and need, her hips gyrated on the bed lifting to meet her delving fingers until with a scream of pleasure she came. Her cum flooded over her hand and thighs to soak into the bed beneath her as her body shook to her orgasm.As her body relaxed in post orgasmic bliss she lifted. Wearing clothes that bordered on being Victorian, and with a manner that was so obsequiously polite, with downcast eyes and speaking in a low murmur, that anyone less self-absorbed than my mother would have smelt an entire colony of decomposing rats at once. My mother, though, ate it all up...like the carcasses of decomposing rats....and agreed without any demur.“At least it’ll keep you out of my hair for a few days,” was all that she said. “And farm people are conservative. They won’t let you. All with the result that I was very happyin my world and I felt very good when my thoughts were right (his way). I longed for him to spray it in my mouth. My brain told me so and I felt very proud that he would give it to me and I couldunderstand that I must work hard for it and prove to deserve it. I think he every other time alternately used my throat and my mouth cavity. Sometimeswhen he hit my skull I had to quickly raise it from my throat and up to my oralcavity and collect his deposit.. As a result, the lower level of the church wasmuch more crowded than normal, about half full. Several of theprotestors paused when they saw the painting at the end of the hall, butservice was starting, and Helen had to rush to the front of the churchto join Pastor McNaughton. She whispered to him, and then took the seatbehind his lecturn in the chancel.After the opening hymns were sung Pastor McNaughton stood forth andspoke, "Today I have to confess to my congregation, and to all the newfaces.