It was just one fingertip, one touch but my heart was racing.Later upstairs in our room, your beautiful big hard cock rubs against my dripping pussy. ...y juices easily coating your stiff dick as it glides against my clit and pussy lips making me moan with need and my pussy ache to be filled. My legs involuntarily spreading and my hips lifting upwards, pushing my soft sopping cunt high to meet your teasing dick as it slips and slides against my clit making me tremble underneath you. A wanton slut. The only other person in the pew was Jack Ferguson, Helen’s escort. He nodded pleasantly to the other man and sat down.A minute later, Father Fred pointed the others towards the door, and Peter and his father moved towards their assigned positions. The cleric stayed behind until the altar boy summoned him.“The last time I did this I only had one mother to drive me nuts!” complained Lauren.Helen snorted in derision. Shirley said, “You’re not too old for me to smack you, you know.”“Are we ready. She was only in her 30s then, about my age, and I was a bit of a shoulder for her. 5'6, not much to look at with teeth that were a little too big for her mouth. Not a stunner if you get the idea.But I was just a mate, going to a local coffee shop twice a week and letting her pour out her woes to me about all the demands her ex was putting on her. She lived in a cheap council house, and had cheap council house girl friends who were all in similar situations, but I thought she just enjoyed my. “Hi, Mrs. H.” Jack said. “We were in the neighborhood and thought we’d say hello.” As I turned to enter the house he slid his hand up under my dress. “Hey, no panties. Just the way I like to see you.”I jumped away. “Are you guys here to see Lisa? Can I get something for you?”Dave groaned. “Come on, Mrs. Hopkins. We’re here for some pussy.” When I hesitated, he added, “Remember what Mrs. Winters said? You need to do your part to keep us disease free. Well, Jack and I were tempted by two sluts.