Her tits jiggled side to side. Sarah held my head with both hands and we kissed deep, passionate, wet kisses, each probing the other’s mouth with ou... tongues. I ran my fingernails over her bare back and ass as she moaned with pleasure. We only stopped kissing when Sarah would hold a nipple to my mouth so I could suck on it and play with it softly, flicking the hard nub back and forth with my tongue. She told me how she had been thinking about this all week; how she wanted to fuck me and feel my. I was pumping her ass hard, when she said, again, "Oh God, Please!" I asked, "Please, what?" again and this time she said, "Cum in my ass, Please cum in my ass!" That was all I needed to here and I grabbed her hips and shot my load of cum into her ass.I held he down with one hand as I pulled my cock out of her ass and watched as my cum oozed out. When I let her up she just slid down onto her knees and stayed there for a minute or so, before shakily getting to her feet. I told her to go clean up. When the tears finally left Sara only the joy remained and she began spinning in circles, giggling as the dress flared out with each pirouette. She then began exploring the room instinctively knowing it was hers. The bed, the dressers, the bookshelves, even the door knob on the closed door that led to the rest of the house, all seemed too tall or too big, but yet somehow they were just the right size.Sara wandered back to her art desk, now perfectly suited for a junior art angel, and then. I made him two and me one. Along with the sausage and melon, we had plenty to eat.After praying, we took our first bites. He said, “This is at least as good as the first time. I think the sausage might be a better match for French toast.” We finished breakfast and I washed my dishes. Jack dried and we operated as if we had been doing this for years instead of for the first time. It didn’t take long to finish.I asked, “Church?” He nodded. “Your car or mine?” He grinned. I realized I had given.