"I have been betrayed!" she sobbed dramatically. "The faith around which I have built my life has been destroyed. I believed the Reverend Matthew Long...orth to be a saintly, righteous, pure man, and now I find he has feet of clay. I caught him doing despicable and depraved things with one of the kitchen sluts. I hate him and I hate the God he pretends to worship!" She went into a sudden rage of temper, beating her fists on the bed and kicking her heels as though furiously pedaling a bicycle.. " Evidently, Emma had, however seen how aroused he was, so she was nervous when he put his fingers in her pussy, and so very very wet too and she knew, he knew it too. Jeff said, "After I pulled my fingers out of her, I fondled her breasts for ages and loved how nervous she still was, her nipples got hard and her whole body perspired very slightly with a little fear. Of course, we had not been alone before. I wasn’t sure if she wanted sex as badly as I did. However, I wondered if she had. I put on my suit with a tie while Eve slid into a cocktail dress.I smiled. "A lot of the EMA directors are older guys. You may be responsible for some heart attacks!" I chuckled.She looked me in the eye and said slowly and seductively. "I just want to give you a hard attack. Ever since I quit being mad at you, I have had a chance to look and I agree with many other women. You are a hunk. On top of that, you're a gentlemen." She looked at me seriously, "Bill, that's part of your allure to Joan. The very top buttons were unfastened, and a dainty ruffled peter-pan collar fit loosely, suggestively around her neck. Of course she was in her night things so there was no bra underneath the top. Her boobs, large womanly boobs, were rising and falling with each breath, and she was breathing heavily because she’d been crying. She must have heard him coming because she got up. The first thing he saw was the way her pajama panties were wedged in her vagina, her woman’s place. His eyes didn’t.