Perhaps one day he could pick her up with those strong arms and he would lean down and kiss her. And she would run her hands down his muscled back, an... he would tear open her gown and…Dalton's voice woke her from her daydream. “So what is in the basket?”Aislinn jolted and blushed red. Dalton grinned at her and opened up the basket, taking out a loaf of bread, a wedge of cheese, and some grapes.He bit into the bread and asked, “Would you grab me a few of those grapes?” Aislinn reached down in. The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually.The mother sent the 5 year old in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.The preacher, a huge man with a deep booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, “Do you know where God is, son?”The boy’s mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, “Where is God?! Again, the boy made. Her pussy was visibly wet and I reached out and began rubbing her mound with my hand. She threw her head back and bucked her hips. I took the hint and lowered my head. I drew my tongue up her swollen love-lips and she moaned approvingly. She was so aroused that her clitoris was clearly visible, poking out like a little rosebud. Slipping two fingers into her wet entrance I began to finger fuck her whilst licking and sucking on her swollen little clit. She was moaning and writhing above me, her. Lost in bliss, Rob closed his eyes, practically asleep when another pair of hands worked on his scalp, pulling and pasting and doing who knows what. Someone else was rubbing his feet gently, then his hands. A warm mud was smoothed over his face, and Rob knew it was a gently exfoliating mud mask. Mmmm? he wanted to purr like a kitten. He hadn't been treated like this since his prom two years ago; he spent the whole day in a salon getting primped for a big night out. Something tingly on his scalp.