We got to the bedroom and I dropped her on the bed. We both couldn’t get out of our clothes fast enough. I may have had more clothes on than Carolin..., but they were off me and on the floor in two seconds flat.Equally, Caroline was down to her bra and panties just as quickly. She had her bra off, but before she could get her panties off I said, “Stop. Let me take those off of you?”“Sure – Lover.”With that, I moved her to the top of the bed and climbed on the bed, using the slightest touch I. I wasn’t disappointed. There was a cantata sung by the choir interspersed with readings from a newer translation of the Bible. The prophecies and then the birth. Most services I’d attended ended with the birth and angels singing ‘Glory to God in the Highest’ and all that. It looked the same for this service right up to the point where we lit candles and sang ‘Silent Night.’ Then there was one more reading. The minister chose to close the service as the lights in the sanctuary gradually came. She wondered what time this afternoon's television show would air. Would she be recognized? She avoided back streets.Every man, the young ones at least, turned their heads to follow her down the street. Never had Stacey felt such attention; dangerous attention maybe, but she had the power to attract. For now, the attraction meant money. She could make five years of a good salary in one month at this rate. As the men stared down the open vee of her dress, Stacey wondered about the cash. What am. I collapsed onto the log, as Brett kept pounding away. After about ten more minutes of getting fucked and getting rocked by several orgasms, Brett pulled out yet again.“Okay, slut, this is my last time pulling out, where do you want my hot load, slut?” Brett said.“My face,” was all I said, trying to save my breath.“Okay, we'll see,” Brett said, shoving his cock back into me. It wasn't long before Brett was about to blow his load. “You ready for your womb to be filled, slut? Brett asked picking.