Sula slid Scott’s hand under her hem again. “I still have some cum juice for your sampling,” she whispered, opening her legs.Finally, Jenny and ...fia’s group stopped in front of the President’s viewing stand. Scott and Sula, Jenny and Afia’s parents, stood, cheering and applauding as they received their catering diplomas.The two-hour celebration had passed by in a blur, then Scott and Sula were reunited with their wives.“I’m so happy and proud of you both,” Scott said, hugging them. Sula also. Enraged. The fire of her pleasure still burning, turning her immortal soul to ashes."Is this... is this a church?" You pull out of her. Your sperm dripping from her pussy. You stand up and walk around. Not a church, just a small chapel. A simple one, just a few ornate columns, a poor altar and a beautiful, old crucifix.A whining sound blocks your laughter rising in your throat.She is crying on the floor, her forehead against the veinless marble. She is holding something in her clenched fist.. It was certainly my pleasure. I got to hold you for a moment which was nice.I am afraid I don’t know what to say to that.Why say whatever you please; although ‘thank you my gallant sir’ works.Ok, thank you gallant sir.Now that I hear you say that, I think that it is vastly undeserved given what I was thinkingOh, why? What were you thinking?If you must know, I was thinking how nice it would be to run my hand up the back of your leg. I am sorry I should not have admitted that.Why not?Because. She shook her head back and forth as I man handled her breast. I stopping sucking for a second. Her eyes were closed. I bite down on her right nipple, until she opened her eyes. What else comes with this date? I said. Why dont you unlock this cell door and find out Sheriff! she purred. I released her big breast. They quickly fell back through the bars and smashed on her chest. She shook for a few seconds as I unlocked the door with my big metal key. Prisoner! Back! Back I say. I said. She.