It was the best line I could think of and it was sort of true. Hell, who knows about that kind of thing? Our relationship was ultimately destined to f...il. She gave me dozens and dozens of great Christian blow jobs. She even let me plunge into her. Many times, in fact. She let me eat her. But she always stopped the action before she broke her vow to the Almighty. Can you believe that shit? For about a year I thought we would finally get over our differences. We went to Hawaii together and I. Not because it hurt too much, but because it was so intense that I was about to climax. “This body of hers was made to take pain and like it,” Kacy said forcibly at my twins. She yanked me up by my hair, bit into my shoulder and shoved two fingers up my dripping pussy. The pain, the shock, the extreme pleasure was what I needed! I screamed, finally getting release. Kacy helped me ride it out to the fullest by continuing to finger me and playing with my clit. She kept one hand in my hair making. She held out the glass, and he poured it full of the sparkling pink beverage. "Youmust be very excited," he said as he put the cork back in the bottle, "andprobably a little horny, if that wet spot in the crotch of your shorts is anyindication." Trish just laughed, and sipped the sparkling liquid, relishing the taste.She knew the wet spot was there, and knew she couldn't hide it. After all,there was no need for modesty any more. "Yes, I am feeling a bit turned on," shesaid, and sipped from her. Brad went up and ordered twocappuccinos."So, how have things been?" I asked.... and we just got chatting. I asked him about all sorts of thingsabout what was going on, just like I used to as Luke. He asked a fewquestions about work and how I was managing at home, and even askedabout why and when I got my hair cut. He was very complimentary about myhair.After about half an hour of chatting, he excused himself and said he hadto go back to work. Somehow a handshake didn't seem right, so we.