I was gasping for air but she held me firmly in place. I took a quick breath through my nose, and started licking the bottom of her rectum. I felt som...thing moving against my tongue, and realised it was her finger moving deep inside her cunt as she was fingering herself while rubbing her palm against her clit.Before I could react, my wife took two steps backwards and flattened me against the bed. Her ass on my head, she was now riding my tongue while fucking her cunt with fingers and rubbing. The dinner and conversation were as delightful as they were the night before. Again, after dinner, I wiped the dishes after she washed them and, this time, knew where to put them. After our chores were done she said, ‘Now it’s time for a special treat.’ She picked up the mint sprigs, took down a canister of sugar and reached into a cupboard and brought out a jug of whiskey. ‘I’m an abolitionist,’ she said, ‘but not a prohibitionist. I assume you imbibe now and then.’ ‘I have been known to, on. After school they'd frogmarch him down to his old corner in somethingmore casual but no less degrading like leggings and Ugg boots, a bigoversized sweater and a wool hat with a big fur pompom on top of it.These were all components of Parker's outfits for weekends or hangingout friends like Janice at the mall. The people in the neighbourhood sawPumpkin for what he was a bully, a poser, a wannabe and his reputationwas ruined.It was great that Parker's fall from grace could do some good,. A gold cross hung from around her neck. On her other side sat another woman in the same garb. Oh no! It can't be! A nun! Whoever's directing my jumps must be laughing up a storm right about now. Were my jumps getting progressively harder on purpose? Was I caught up in some cosmic, sexual video game that I keep leveling up in?Oh well, as long as I'm sitting here, I might as well see what I can find out about this woman I was occupying. I saw that her name was Shannon, she'd joined the church.