Then, Reverend Wilson, I'd like to talk to you this afternoon if that's possible?" It's Mrs. Wilson's day to go to market," the preacher said, "so I t...ke a lunch to my office. I'm sure she'll be happy to make an extra sandwich and we can have lunch together." Mrs. Wilson dutifully nodded assent and they finished their breakfasts.Wilson was fully recharged from yesterday's great session with young Felicity and the vision of Beth's sexy, red lips wrapped around his cock was bringing on an. Along with his fame and wealth came a desire for autonomy and he became less sexually dependent on Marlena. He realized his power over adoring female fans. An invitation to his suite was an invitation to his bed.They were in Atlanta Georgia and Marlena stood a couple of steps back from Thomas and watched as he greeted his more influential fans and a few lucky fans with backstage passes. When a woman that looked to be in her early twenties introduced herself and her younger brother. Marlena. Outside our house and Cal’s two police cars and an ambulance were parked.The sight of them there, gave me my second wind and I sprinted the rest of the way, bursting through the front door and skidding to a halt in the living room.The sight I was confronted with in the living room horrified me. Cal was lying on the floor, apparently unconscious, being attended to by two ambulance paramedics. Mum and Aunt Mary were on one sofa, comforting each other, Alison, Andy and Charlie were somewhere else,. I was so immersed in my own pleasure, I was at least going to finish myself off and I wanted to hear her beg. She was humping the pillow so wildly now that the bed began to rock and eventually the head of bed started slamming against the wall. “AH AH AH AH!” she screamed loudly. “Does that feel good?” I asked, as I began sliding my fingers in and out of my hole. “YES! But I want more! I want you! I want you to fuck me! PLEASE!” Her screams in combination with my thrusting fingers were causing.