.. mmmmm”.Clive grabbed and teased her hanging tits then pushed a finger into her arse hole and started to finger fuck her filling both her holes be...ween them. I could hear and see Clives hand and David’s groin slapping her arse and pussy as they both pumped furiously into her eager horny holes. I heard muffled sounds coming from the pillow: “Mmmph ... oh yea ... go on ... fuck me ... fuck my holes ... fill me up ... mmmmmmmph”.I watched and listened intently as Jill urged them on, her body. I mean he loves good food.I waited for him wearing only an apron and holding out a glass of a rather expensive malt whiskey. Both were gone in the blink of an eye.The wine with the dinner was one (actually, two) of the highly praised Cote du Rhones of the night before. I pointed out all of its qualities to George. I even remembered two or three of the juicier anecdotes.We went to bed. There we devoted the rest of the night to another very satisfying tasting session. And to the expert nibbling. "Akron, OhioPaul Smith walked into the room with a hooded monk's robe. "You must get ready for the procession. Shawn, why are you wearing jewelry?"Vivian answered for Shawn. "Since Shawn was directed to our ministry by her late husband, Bill, and since Billy still visits Shawn in visions, we thought it would be appropriate to have something of Billy's in the ceremony. It is really important to our largest financial contributor." Let me check with Brother Bill. Have a glass of wine while I check. ”“My name is Kirsten, and I think I love you...” she blurted out , and then laughed. Across the table, she could see the two young girls still staring.“Nice to meet you Kirsten. You can call me Fay. Kirsten. Hmmm... Did you know that name is of Scandanavian origin, meaning Follower Of Christ?”“Umm... no. I mean... I was named after my great-grandma, it was her name, she was Scottish. And, uh, my family is not really super-religious. I mean, I don’t have a lot of faith in organized.