At first he suggested that he would haveno idea as to what I liked or wanted. Easy I said telling what size andstyle I preferred. Then he said what if...I didn't like what he chose. Whydon't you just buy what you like they will be perfectly fine by me. ThenI took him back up to our bedroom, opened one of my drawers at took outtwo pair. Holding them up in front of him I asked which pair do you liketo see me wearing. Ignoring the plain white cotton ones, he pointedimmediately at the pale pink lace. “Oh God, Rob, don’t do that. I haven’t washed down there since this morning. I’ll be all sweaty, and gross, and o-o-o-o-h shit...”Before she could finish telling me why she didn’t think I would want to lick her, I ran my tongue up her slit and began to gently probe her opening. She was soaked. And no, she wasn’t squeaky clean. There was a tanginess, and she had a musky smell. I could taste a bit of pee, but mostly all I could taste was a woman who’d been really turned on for several hours. And. I looked around for my wife and a partially dressed teen pointed me down the hallway. I went and looked and there she was with three cocks in her. I dropped my Bible and starred. There was like a light above that shown down on her and I could almost see those black cocks filling her with their seed.”The reverend shifted his to the left looking at his wife: “It was the most beautiful thing, it was like the light was shining down on her from heaven. The look of bliss on her face.”Reverend Bill. I hadn't figured out what to do about it anyway, and to be honest with myself, I had stalled doing anything. By the sound of it, that time was past."I got the impression John wasn't at the apartment," I said as we hustled to pack and head toward Boston."Mom said he was away on business for a couple of days. She thought he might be back tomorrow. She sounded out of it, Rick. I'm worried. She might be sick." We'll be there quick enough, Sal. There's a flight every hour by several airlines, so we.