Sir breathed heavily in the girl’s ear, “Are you open to salvation, girl? Do you want it?” She moaned raggedly, “I want it, Sir.” "How badly...do you want it? Show me, impress me, you filthy slut." The heat between her legs as he stroked her G-spot mercilessly pushed her to a point of no return as she moaned aloud. "Louder," he mumbled. Her legs were trembling from the need to cum, and her cunt was steadily dripping onto the pew. She swallowed hard and moaned louder causing a few heads to turn. “What about him? He hasn't stopped staring at you since we arrived,” he said, nodding towards the teenager.I shrugged.“What's wrong with him?” inquired my husband. “He’s reasonably good-looking and he appears interested.”“Nothing's wrong with him. I'm just not sure,” I said. The truth was, as soon as I saw the boy, my juices began to flow. He had a confidence about him that reminded me of Alex and I was definitely interested. I just didn't want my husband to know how I felt.“I have an idea,”. "Cherri brought over some to try and placed them on my head. One after another they would ask the other girls what they thought and move on. After and hour or so they decided on a brunette wig that was shoulder length with layers that framed my face. She attached it to my head with some pins and styled it for me.As we were walking out of the salon I could here all of the women laughing. They were laughing at me. My wife looked at me and noticed my skirt was hanging up on my ass, and with the. To get to the car, I would have to step over his shade.When Violet and I had heard of his death three weeks ago we’d shared our mutual suspicion that it had been suicide. Our father had battled depression and alcoholism his entire life, a war that had been passed on to Violet. The carbon monoxide that remained in the garage when the police had discovered his body had been strong enough to make one of the officers deathly ill.The autopsy had revealed the truth. Our father had dropped due to a.