22 caliber pistol. ‘He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’ sake.�... Weapon hanging to his right side, the young man walked down the center aisle between the old wooden pews. His steps, though both soft and deliberate, still caused an occasional creak to groan out of the decades old flooring. As the sound echoed off the crucifix laden walls the young man stopped his journey in front of the main entrance. Two of them. ” I couldn’t believe what I had said. I’d never said that to a woman before and was mortified that I might have offended her. But she laughed and, easing the straps of her silk camisole off of her shoulders, took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I held them gently, feeling the hard nipples in the palms of my hands. I could have cried. This was becoming an emotional experience. It must have shown in my face because she asked me if I was alright. I explained what had happened to me and. “Now I want you to ride me, so I can play with those fat white udders.”“Yes, Daddy,” she says with a naughty grin on her face. She climbs up onto my lap, grabs ahold of my throbbing cock and slowly slides her fat wet pussy down onto me inch by inch. “Oh, fuck yes, thank you Daddy!” She throws her head back and squeals like the true piggy slut she is.Reaching up, I grap ahold of her huge milk white udders and squeeze them. I love how good they look in contrast to my dark black hands and the way. “Ooooh, I love it!” Marla wailed, drawing her knees back. “I love it so much! Fuck Mother! Fuck Mother’s hungry cunt! Feed that sweet, hard cock to my pussy, Bob! Ohhh, it’s been so long ... so fucking long! I need it, baby! I need your prick, my cunt needs your prick!”Sally stared at her brother’s cock sliding in and out of their mother’s cunt. She pulled and squeezed Marla’s tile, and Marla was tearing at the crotch of Sally’s panties.“Sally, take those fucking panties off!” she hissed,.