So fuck it. Why bother make the effort? Instead, I am going to enjoy fucking with you one last time. Let me tell you a story about last summer. Rememb...r when you came back from your dad's place? You had been gone, what, eight weeks, right? And you remember your mom had been to that meditation retreat? And she got that hippie nose ring and was so spaced out for a few weeks afterward? She was so relaxed and quiet from all the hours of silence? Remember that shit? That's not what happened. That's. It was sensual against mylips, being pushed into me. I was being fed. I had quietly acquiesced and transferredmy power to you. A strawberry rubbed across my teeth, then a piece of orange.Something cool and sticky rubbed over my nipple. I heard myself make a noise,probably at the unexpectedness. My nipples were hard. I was excited. It waspure fantasy, though one I had not the creativity to have considered. Morefruit fed to me, occasional pieces rubbed over my breasts. "Stephen..." "Hush. There. .. "Uh, Reverend Gibson, sir... it's... like... it makes me embarrassed?" Eileen blushed and stammered and tried to figure out what she was going to ask him. She couldn't just blurt out her question, 'is masturbating a sin, could she?"There's no need to be embarrassed, my dear. God has sent you here for guidance from me so just go ahead and tell me what's bothering you." Well... nobody likes me, Reverend Gibson. Because I'm so fat and ugly and not very smart and all that... and I get lonesome.. She pushed me away and gave me an icy stare.”Just sit back and watch while I fuck your husband’s brains out.”I don’t know why she had such a nasty tone, but like I said earlier, I do love to watch. I sat back and watched as DJ climbed on top of the blonde bitch and began humping the hell out of her. He would pond on her slick bald pussy for a few thrusts, then pull out and titty fuck her, sliding his big dick between her massive boobs. Something he really couldn’t do with me, unfortunately.As.