Gosh it felt so good,, before long he had his whole tongue jabbing in and out of my asshole as I stroked my cock, unable to stand it any longer I aske... him to come up front so that I could give his dick a good moth wetting to make his entry into my ass easier. I sucked him for a little while and then lay on my back so that he could fuck me like the horny lil bitch I was. Andys cock must have been a good 8inches or more and I loved every inch of it drilling my ass, soon I got back on all fours. Anyway, I was getting desperate, and very horny, so Sunday morning I found a Methodist Church close to home with nine o’clock services, and I dressed up and went.No joy. The minister was a droner, the congregation looked like it had an average age of eighty, and nobody -- old, young or middle-aged -- approached me after the service with an invitation to Sunday dinner.Concluding that Rollie Perkins was delusional, I had an early dinner, alone, at a Cracker Barrel just outside of town.“Give it. SHE WAS 23, HER HUSBAND WAS 27.THEY WERE RENTING A ROOM IN MY PARENTS HOUSE, HE WAS AT WORK PRETTY MUCH THE WHOLE DAY, AND WHEN HE WAS NOT AT WORK, HE WAS HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS DRINKING AT THE BAR AROUND THE CORNER FROM WHERE WE LIVEDSHE WAS MOST OF THE TIME HOME, SHE HAD A PART-TIME IN THE AFTERNOONS AND ON HER DAYS OFF WHEN SHE WAS HOME SHE WOULD SPEND HER AFTERNOONS IN THEIR ROOM WATCHING TV OR LISTENING MUSIC, WE WOULD JUST GREET AND THAT'S HOW MUCH WE WOULD TALKMY PARENTS WORKED AND. As she came effortlesslyinto my arms and I put my right hand on her back I realized the blouse wasnothing but a thin strip at the bottom and same thin straps crossing eachother, the fabric was so thin I could feel her nipples pressing on my chest.A bra was out of the question in that tiny blouse, I caressed her bare backand put my other hand on her bare waist, feeling her soft flesh with my warmhands as she moaned with pleasure hugging me back with the same intensity.Then her lips were on my.