The idea of any god killing his son in retribution for the sins of the world was mildly disgusting to me, even if the child supposedly rose from the d...ad. But the ritual and pageantry were enough to purge my mind as I prayed my V1 loved ones had found peace.I don’t know what else happened that morning or what the pastor spoke about. I know the tears didn’t stop until I’d stepped outside the church after the service.After I had breakfast with my parents, I went to visit each of my girlfriends. She wanted it to continue, she wanted him to have her, and she had always had a crush on Mr. Frankie, even if he was older. She gathered her breath, and pushed back slightly, allowing more of his cock inside her. She wanted to turn around and see his cock, she had never seen a real man naked before, but she was to scared to move. She gasped again as she felt him push further into her, now about half of him was buried in her tight ass, the pain lessening as he pulled back out, then returning as. I slowly lifted her saree till above her waist and unzipped my pant. I took my already erect cook and at rated to insert into her cunt from behind. As I started to fuck her slowly I noticed someone standing near the kitchen door. I turned around and found women around 29yrs standing and watching us. I was shocked and so was Smitha aunty. Soon I dressed up and by the time that lady had gone away. I was in dead shock. I asked Smitha aunty about her. Smitha aunty started crying and was saying that. "Come here slut," she commanded.Once again I found myself licking her sweet pussy. I wasn't sure how long it took but before too long Mistress Anna came up behind me. She leaned over my body. I was standing on all four so I could properly address Heather, Mistress Heather's request. I felt Mistress Anna's tits on my back and groaned as my clitty pressed against the metal. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "It's time for you to be my bitch."Her tits lifted and I heard her spit. I.