Because The Right Reverend Michael O’Reilly was completely and totally addicted to his wife’s body and the delights he found therein. He could nev...r stop thinking of her. Every chance he got he was ravishing her in whatever way his fancy was struck at the moment. And with nary a single complaint or hesitation to comply on her part. As long as there was nothing in the Bible prohibiting a thing, then according to Faith’s interpretation of her beliefs it was okay. Even 1 Corinthians 7, the only. It's really radical.- Wow… Yes… No… I mean… Yes… YES!!! I want it. YES! Do me right away!!I was already back on the chair, with my legs in the stirrups. Meanwhile, my pussy was dripping again, so I reached for some more tissues…- O… K… Wow… Such an eagerness… HAHAHA! I haven't had a customer like you before… I think we should start with your nose, then the nipples, then labia, and we finish with your tongue. We go from what hurts the most toward the easiest. That way I have time to observe if. I get in the shower as I lather myself up I felt a little naughty so I slowly started to stroke my limp member. As I started to rub my head I felt it getting hard. When I got it fully erect I started to stroked it from the base to the tip. I let out moans of ecstasy as I picked up my pace, with my other hand I grabbed my balls massaging them lightly. I felt my precum start to leak out more as started to stroke it faster, my knees started to get weak. My balls tensed up as I grabbed my shaft. "I like my breasts, and it's not my fault yours are so much smaller."Aimee looked down at her smaller titties and smiled brightly. "That's okay, Tricia. Mine are still growing and will probably be nicer than yours soon anyway.”As always, Aimee's smile broke the tension and Tricia couldn't help but laugh with her. "Yeah, you wish. I'm surprised you ever got out of your training bra."Aimee smiled but suddenly grew serious again, her voice a low whisper. "Tricia, are you going to... you know, do.