“You're looking pretty dangerous," I said, my already hard cock getting harder as I looked at her legs and tits, loving how she leaned back, her dar... curly hair falling well below her shoulders, her warm brown eyes looking into mine. I moved my hand to her leg, just above her knee and started to rub her thigh, enjoying her soft warm olive skin. She spread her legs apart, her boot on the bulge in my jeans. “No fucking,” she said, “just playing like we do in fantasy land on the internet.” . I reached up a felt her pussy. It was on fire. She was soaking wet. I rubbed it a little while and then stuck a finger in. She usually has to be played with for a while before I can get two fingers in as she is very tight. Tonight however I almost instantly slid two in and started finger fucking her while we both sucked her tits. I pulled my fingers out and licked them. Rob saw this and as I put my hand back down between her legs I noticed he already has his hand there finger fucking her pussy. Until I met Karen Marshall and Dulcie Chesterman. Chatting to one of the congregation one day, he quoted a passage of the Bible that summed up how I felt. It was said that Jesus ‘Spoke with authority, and not as the scribes’. Dulcie spoke with authority. One felt that she knew and had absolute assurance about the things she said. Now sometimes, that sort of attitude can be repulsive, but not with Dulcie. She never pushed, never pressured anyone. She never bullied her hearers. But she attracted,. He walked around and climbed inside the truck. He drove for a while and I said anything he took and exit off the freeway "I take you anywhere you want to go but there is a stop I gotta make first" I didn't say anything and watched as he stop in a motel, which I thought it was weird "wait for me here hun, I won't be long". He got off and walked inside the reception. I waited inside like he asked, but I got tired of waiting, I got off and followed him inside. As I opened the door, the man behind.