Taking my arm, he said, “So glad you actually came,” and we walked into the bar.We started with familiar small talk, chatting about his work, and ...hen he said he was divorced and his kids were older. But, as the drinks kicked in, he told me he that he used to swing with his wife, that he was truly a sex addict and that it had led to the end of his marriage. I admitted to also being an addict and said that swinging was great — except that rules suck. We bonded on that view. He especially liked. He stood in front of me and I opened my mouth. I was fucking on his mouth as I rocked back and forth on the bottle. He wasn’t going to last long and everyone knew it. “Take it on your face whore!” Nicky commanded. The guys started to encourage him also, “Shoot it on her face Bobby, give it to her.” When he pulled out on my mouth, I grabbed his cock with both hands and pointed it right at my open lips. He shot a load of warm, white cum all over me, dripping it off my chin and down to my tits.. Just below the cross he could see the faint outline of a door-sized opening pulsing with an iridescent green color. Standing on either side of the door were two men, both dressed in white robes and seemingly in a trance. But what had stopped him in mid stride was not so much the room itself but reverend Bishop the man. He stood tall and impressive in the center of the room dressed in black robes, with his arms folded across his chest. Bishop's eyes glowed the color of fire, and his face, once. She didn’t even bother to open her eyes as he eased off her shirt. She heard him groan and knew it was because she wasn’t wearing a bra. She felt his lips against hers once more and felt him cup her breasts and knead them. Her pussy clenched at the pleasure she was getting just from him easing her hands above her head. She felt him hover over her, felt his chest rub against her aching nipples.Then she heard clicking and her breathing picked up, her eyes flashed opened and met his deep hazel.