Now the pain Barocca thought couldn't possibly increase tripled and shot through her whole body. It was beyond any pain Barocca had ever thought exist...d. Barocca screamed so hard, she thought her throat would tear. Barocca felt as if she was being ripped apart while Ebony's cock thrust deeply, pounding and pushing and punishing her stretched asshole. Pain continued to flood Barocca's being, as she wondered when she was going to pass out. But as Ebony's thrusts in her ass continued, and grew. Then, I felt a new warmth, like oil or warm water on it. The stroking didn’t stop, just became softer feeling, like slippery, but hot and I became very hard. I was struggling to wake up. I wanted to see, but was afraid if I did, it would be a dream. My eyes peeked open, and I saw you sitting there. I never heard you come in, I was sleeping so soundly. You were completely naked, and I could see your nipples were aroused as you looked down at me, smiling, and rubbing. I reached up and gently. The Bible was unclear, and Church? Forget about it. No Sunday School teacher since Miss Rene in 4th grade had really been able to make it all clear to him. He read the Bible every night, thanks to her. Soaked up the stories. Committed his soul to God, like she said to. His parents didn't know. They weren't religious, like him. Dad didn't even go to church, except on holidays. Mom took him and his sister every week, but Mark got the idea she was there for the people, the coffee hour afterwards. She came over and I put my arm around her and we talked and laughed. Then I looked her in the eyes and said, ‘you know I absolutely adore you, right?’ She smiled and said, ‘yes and I adore you, my dearest.’ I then kissed her. No other words could communicate how I felt about her at that moment. She felt so good in my arms as my hands caressed her body as if for the first time. Exploring tenderly her entire frame. My fingers gently gliding across her body. Barely wanting to touch her for fear.