I carried her to my bed and placed her there. “Ketan Beta, kiss me, please. I am starving for cock! I need your cock, your lund in my cunt, my choot...” I kissed her passionately. Sucked her lips. Pushed my tongue in her mouth. She sucked it passionately. I undid her pajamas. Pulled it down. She stepped out her tight pajamas. Now I can see her naked lergs and thighs, her shining cunt triangle, completely shaven. Her cleanly shaven pussy mound was so exciting! She tried to cover it with her hand. She was hot, single and about to be in a car full of guys. She knew we were all checking her out as she bent over to get in the car.Her cleavage exposed as she climbed into the back seat. The scent of her perfume hit us all at the same time. It was like one of those cartoons where the scent turns into a hand and grabs the cartoon character. Her thong strings high above the waist of her pants. I swear for a second time stopped and we were all just staring at her. She had us all in the palm of. I knew from studying her for the first few days that a sultry, wanton, hot-blooded fuckdoll lay not too far under the surface.And while Missy thought her hard conservative shell would protect her, it just took the right conditions and the right man to bring her to a boil. The fact that these men had broken out of jail had scared her to turn to me in her vulnerability. And crawling into bed with me was her tipping point. The warmth of a man (and the feeling of a hard cock as well!) had gotten. How about you, Sandra?” Ninve asked Sandra.“Sister Sandra then,” Sandra agreed.“Sister Shelby then,” Shelby went along with the Catholic-flavored familial title instead of the more Protestant-sounding ministerial one.“Sister Nydia has a nice ring to it, yes,” Nydia added her assent to the notion.“And I am Brother Mark, then?” I thought aloud.“No, dear, you’re Father. Who else could you be? Father Mark sounds best,” Cherry countered.“I agree. He’s the only one worthy of the title ‘Father,’ but.