He stood up and pulled his pants down, his cock now fully erect as my wetness coated my fingers. I was so close to cumming that I was forcing myself n...t to. I didn’t want the feeling to end. Xiong stood in front of me, still stroking as the tip of his hard cock pressed against my body. Together, we pleasured ourselves, but I needed so much more. I wanted to cum and I needed him to make me. “Kiss me,” I moaned, still rubbing my clit that was begging for relief. He leaned forward and our lips. As he did, he saw her turn rigid and cry out, as an orgasm broke over her and she screamed, "Uuuuuuncle! Oh God!" He dropped the belt. They were both panting. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead while tears dripped down her cheeks. The first words came from Joe, "Frankie, my God! Are you alright?" "Yes, Honey, why?" "Your ass... I think I broke it. It's turning purple." She smiled and chuckled a little. She felt a weird combination of burning fire and numbness in her ass. She tried to pick. It was becoming frantic now and she bounced up and down, her breasts bobbing with each thrust down. The chair squeaked, I groaned, she moaned and I threw my arms around her and gripped her warm moist back. I pushed my face into her breasts as her bouncing increased with pace and energy. “Fuck me” she screamed, “fuck me”.I stood up and her moment kept her bouncing for a couple of strokes and I laid her down on the desk. Her legs gripped around me and I thrust hard into that warm inviting tunnel.. However, in fairness I must say that I am aware that there are some great people who work within the church, with the honest intention of doing good deeds for other people. I applaud their efforts, but it does not give any validity to the lie of religion. Good people are going to do good things, no matter where their allegiances lie. In the years that followed my Uncle’s death, the cancer of religion has maligned my family at random to one degree or another. One of my relatives became consumed.