Maria may have come, but I was just getting started. I wanted to do her doggystyle so I could feel that ass even better. I stood up, my cock rock hard...and ready to do some more damage. Maria however made a tap out motion and said “My pussy cant take it anymore”. Disappointing as that sounded, I was ready to sit down and call it a day but this lady named after the virgin was about to show me just how filthy she could be….Wordlessly, she grabbed the bottle of suntan oil by the side of the pool. Her Laughter turned to a much more serious grunt. With a little luck I would get the fucking bitch to cum. I started to punch her back and spank her. “ you fucking bitch I fucking hate you!” I said as I started pounding her pussy like I had never done to anyone. She had got me so pent up I was unrecognizable to my self. “ get fucked you stupid college whore “ I screamed “ as I shot my load deep into Mary’s unprotected Pussy. It felt so good exploding into her, and Mary actually started laughing. That part. Girlfriend…’ She looked over at him dreamily. ‘That’s another reason I drove the pickup today. The bucket seats in the Explorer make it difficult to scootch over like this and make out with my new boyfriend.’ As they kissed, a thought popped into Samantha’s mind: ‘I wonder if we might trade ‘boyfriend’ in for ‘husband’ someday.’ And whatever parts of her consciousness that weren’t lost in their second kiss of the day were positively shocked to hear that thought. Her eyes betrayed the. Before long the broken down shack north of town that was the home and church of the new preacher was in sight. The man they found bent over the horse trough, heaving out the contents of his stomach was not what Mary envisioned as a man of God. He was unshaven and clearly in need of a bath as much as Mr. Burgstone."Sure, I'll marry you. Just wait 'til I get my breath back," the man answered Patrick's question, "and we'll get right to it." The Reverend Bridgewater took a bucket of clean water.