You drove people away from Me.Like, for instance, your wife. She developed a distrust for a Maker who would place you-- or people like you-- 'above' h...r."I snorted. "She was a sinner and did not believe in You as much as I did!"My Maker looked me up and down and shook his head. "You obviously missed the point whenI admonished you to not be judgemental.Your wife-- who you could not respect enough to listen to-- was more My minister in the world you lived in than you were, even as you were so. I join in her play and encourage her.When Anya is breathing heavily, twitching on and pawing at my shaft, she bends forward and directs my purple head into her warm, wet muff. As I slide my entire length into her up to my ballsack, I hold her pink ass and slender back. Her blond hair swishes on her bare shoulders as I repeatedly glide my cock inside her.In a setting so peaceful that we hear the sound of the wind moving over the forest canopy, the rustling branches and even the wing-beats of. X.X.X ‘Mrs. Eastman?’ the voice asked. ‘Yes?’ Penny said sleepily. She looked at the clock, Five nineteen blinked at her. ‘Mrs. Penny Eastman?’ the voice persisted. ‘Yes, this is she,’ Penny agreed. ‘Ma’am, I’m sorry…’ the voice continued. Penny made the six hour drive to Little Rock, Arkansas to identify her daughter’s remains. Her boyfriend/pimp/drug dealer had gotten tired of her, so he ran over her with his pick up truck, backed over her, and then ran over her again to make sure that the. She was in her PJ shorts and t-shirt and I could tell she wasn’t wearing and bra or panties. I was getting semi-hard and once again staring at her ass.She caught me staring at her but her eyes stopped at my dick. We smiled at each other.Her: So you like what you see?Me: I could tell you the same (I said that with a sheepish grin).She turned around and placed the milk carton and her bottle on the counter and proceeded to open the carton. I walked up behind her, rubbing my dick slightly on her.