It is about the first white wife who became a regular partner. This story is 100% true and not some stolen bullshitShe sat in the cubicle next to min... so I only physically saw her about three times a day. We did converse a lot. I'm a fairly polite type of guy and will talk to anyone who is civil towards me even if I don't agree with their beliefs. I made the false assumption this woman was some far right-wing, nigger hating bible thumper. She looked the part to a tee. Imagine the whitest. In just a few moments, she unbuttoned her pants and opened her zipper. I slid her pants over her ass and let them fall to the floor. I then put one hand to her shaven pussy lips, and slid a finger into her crevice. Catherine moaned as my finger quickly slid between her lips and inside her cunt. She was already hot and slick, and I stuck two fingers deep into her crevice. "That feels sooo good, Bob. Keep your fingers inside me!" I moved them around inside her cunt, and her knees began to shake.. "Jean could not help herself and giggled."What's so funny?" Cerise! What a name! Is it her real one or her stage name?"Court could not help but smile back. "No idea," he said.Jean giggled again. "Was she a pole dancer?"Court could not help himself and roared with laughter and, as Jean had hoped he would, relaxed."Ai would nevah have stewped so low," he mimicked.They both collapsed with laughter."So why on earth does he go on like this?" Jean asked. "Surely he must have learned his lesson by. With my cock sprung free with mom’s help, I leaned back from the pew in front of me and let mom wrap her lips around my hard member giving me a blow job to remember. It was then that the congregation in the church went to a sitting position. Worried about being discovered I offered the suggestion we relocate to the stairwell leading up to the balcony where we wouldn’t be seen.Mom stopped sucking my cock lashing back at my concerns. “You and your aunt started this young man and you better.