’ ‘What problems, Michael?’ Faith asked, a concerned look on her face. ‘It’s about me,’ The Right Reverend Michael O’Reilly said. ‘I�...ve become obsessed about something and it is distracting me from everything, especially the church.’ ‘Michael!’ Faith said. ‘What is it? Is it another woman?’ she asked fearfully. ‘Lord, no,’ The Right Reverend Michael O’Reilly said with a laugh. ‘My obsession is you. I think of you all the time, can’t get you out of my head for a moment.’ ‘Why is that bad?’ Faith. " It's that for sure," Bud agreed, "but there's more. Just the way you stand and the way you move seems different." It's freedom, Honey. And it's feeling ... loved ... valued, I guess," Marilyn suggested."You were always loved," Bud assured her, wrapping both arms around her in a hug."Here, yes. At home - by Ted and Sonja. But Gene and Brad? I've come to believe that love isn't in their makeup," Marilyn explained. "And while I was with Gene, there was certainly no freedom." Wow. You've picked. I need to get out.””Go ahead, Cuz.” She grinned.”Turn around, please,” I said.She shook her head to say no and kept her eyes on me. ”Please,” I nearly begged. She just shook her head with a naughty grin. I stood with a helpless look on my face and started shivering. I had to get out of that water. ”Ok, Cuz,” I said, ”I'm coming out. I'm getting cold.” She just grinned. My thoughts were on how to get out of this situation. I had to walk out to get the towel. She was daring me and it pissed me. I started running the long pink dildo from between my breasts, down my stomach and finally meeting with my swollen clit. I rubbed it slowly at first, picking up speed and enjoying the head of the fake dick. I slowly slid then dildo down my pussy making its way to my tight love hole. I then began to slowly pushing it into me. After slowly sliding it out I shoved it back in hard. I started pounding my needy pussy with the oversized rubbed dick. I soon began to moan load. The pleasure hit me.