”“Oh, I wasn’t implying that you should hide it,” Snowy replied, looking into my eyes and biting hard on her lower lip.I smiled at her, picked...up the grappa bottle and shot glasses and headed inside.As I opened the door, I heard the music playing – some local radio, nothing I recognized, and saw Lydia and Swan, cramped behind the small kitchen counter. They were chopping some vegetables, giggling, bumping each other with hips in the rhythm of music – all in all, they were both in full. His hands made way on my back slowly lowering my nighty. All I did was to grasp his hair and push him down. Growing restless a littleI put my knee around him and pinned myself against the wall now.My legs were climbing up his waist and that made my night ride up too. His hands slowly made way to my naked ass which he so loved and pressed them hard. Squeezing them like they were made out of a sponge. Finally, he helped me off my nighty which was barely covering me now and inserted his finger in. His first spurt landed close then he exploded across her chest, 5 or 6 good pumps of cum before it was dripping from the tip of his cock. With me fingering her, the cum hitting her tits sent her over the edge and came hard. She’s not a squirter, but my hand was soaked from the flood of juices that flowed when she came hard. “I’m ready” I told her. She gripped my dick in her hand and with only a few strokes I was cumming on her tits as well. By the time I was done, Shelly was a sticky mess, her. Another carcame past and I shrunk as low as I could in my seat to avoid the driversattention."Where are we going?" I asked her."You'll see," she said, "I've decided to give you an easy start so we'regoing to a small church I know in the country. It's very quiet and thecongregation is always very small."Stupidly, it had never occurred to me before now that there would beanyone else at the church. But it was Sunday, of course there would bepeople at the church, that's what happened at churches on.