I am sure he would get hard over seeing such a sexy chick like you.”Amy went off to work and I did some chores until Ellen came by later in the morn...ng. She spent an hour with me teaching me how to do my makeup. I was going to have to practice much more to get my face to look as pretty as Ellen made it, but I thought I could get it close to her perfection. I found myself wanting to look like she had made me up the previous day. Why did I want to look pretty? After some practice Ellen finished. ‘Because I’m God, apparently,’ he replied, and she snorted at his cheeky grin. ‘No, silly… you’re not God. But I definitely see God through you,’ she affirmed, kissing her way down that sweet, tempting treasure trail toward his now fully hard cock. Stretched out between his legs and laying her head on his thigh, she took it in her hands and looked up at it. A tower of strength. She worshipped here. This was a yearly pilgrimage, an altar where she came to kneel and pray and give thanks for all. And I liked that about her. She would always make do with what she had as opposed to moaning that if she had more she could do more.Her operation certainly didn't slow her up sex drive. If anything, she came away from it hornier than ever. It certainly didn't interfere with her cums. Once I got her going and she came, she kept cumming for minutes, never seeming to wear out. Her pussy would grab my dick once she was cumming, and it wouldn't let go. It practically forced me to cum, it was so. ”“First cums first,” Becky nodded, trying to affect a sagely expression spoiled by her vapid, blue eyes and pouting duck face. “Then second cums second.”“That’s me,” giggled Janet. “And you’re third.” The pair kissed as I hung up on Carter, thrusting my fingers deep into my wife’s cunt.“Yes, Frank,” she moaned as I sucked on her nipple. “Oh, you always give me what I need.”My dick hardened, and I ripped my fingers out of her snatch. I moved, sliding up her body, her nipple popping from my lips.