Somehow we had not gotten around to finishing Thanksgiving dinner. We ate and chatted. My father was so happy to have some real food after having been...force-fed fake turkey, so he said.Scott began to regain consciousness. He stared at the three of us and his expression changed several times as he became alert."Would you like a muffin?" I asked him."Would you like a muffing?" he asked me."He's slurring his words," I commented knowingly to Jasmine and my father. "The medication." I'm not slurring. Camilla nodded. "But Alison here is very taken with her. Ended up tellingher everything about the town so don't worry about it. She's as good as atown member. We just haven't taken her to the church to make it officialyet."Lea, who was quiet up until now, couldn't take not knowing anymore. She hadheard about the church constantly but never had been.. "What...exactly is thechurch?" she finally squeaked up."The church? Well..." Cassandra began, but she felt Cocoa lightly squeeze herhand.. She quickly realised his motive, and lowered her head to his throbbing erection, lapping the swollen purple head, before taking his member into her mouth hungrily.Well accomplished to taking her hubby deep into her throat, it took less than a moment before Matt's substantial erection was balls deep in her mouth.The fact that his cock was just as deep in her rectum moments ago was no worry to her, and in fact made her even more into it.It took mere moments of being deep within her throat, that. “What right do we have to do this?”Mewtwo placed his arm around Erika’s shoulder to soothe her. “Don’t worry. As soon as we’re done, we can help the world out again. Shouldn’t we at least have some time to recuperate from the shock, though?”“I suppose…”Mewtwo began stroking her hair. “We’ll just be spending time together. Don’t you want that?”Erika smiled and hiccupped, then put her hand on Mewtwo’s thigh. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m looking forward to this, Mewtwo.” She giggled, and leaned onto his.