“And now, lovely brothers and sisters, the man of the hour, the man chosen by Almighty God to be His hand and mighty right arm, the one true Prophet...of the Lord of Hosts, the deputy of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, the Second Forerunner for the Second Advent of the Messiah, a lineal descendant of Christ Jesus Himself, of the seed of Jesse and the House of David, the one and only Reverend Ahasuerus Uzziah Walton, Pastor, President, and Prophet of the Church of the Triumphant Savior!” a. Our family is more spiritual than religious, I think. Dad’s a Morehouse College and Texas Southern University alum and a proud member of the Atlanta Metro Police Department. A bona-fide legend among African-American law enforcement types in the New South. As for my mother, Deirdre Allen-Johnson, she’s originally from the town of Galway, Ireland, and moved to the United States a year before meeting my father. Mom used to be a librarian but now she’s retired. My parents got married a year before. Now she got to watch him, and the fluttery feeling in her belly, that told her tonight ... at the hotel ... would be very intense, made her anticipation grow.They arrived in style. A bellhop scurried to get their luggage, while another came to get the car and park it in the garage. She had booked a suite, long before she had known Bobby would be coming with her. She stood, looking at the lone bed, and the flutters started up again. She’d forgotten about that, in the run-up to this moment. She. Then she got up and laid down on bed. She spread her legs wide apart. I went on top of her. She guided my dick in her pussy. If her mouth was heaven this was beyond it. The soft skin engulfing the entire length of my dick, the juices lubricating the movement and her inner muscles twitching and grapping and releasing my dick. I just stayed on top of her savoring the moment as long as I can. Our tongues were doing their snake dance, my hands were playing with her nipples and her hands were.