Thanks again for helping me out" she said happily."Hay Ms.G" I said. I did my best to look into her big brown eyes. This proved to be a challenge. ...y eyes wandered down to her mouth. Her lips were large and a light shade of pink from lipstick. I thought about what they would feel like over the head of my cock. As my eyes wandered down even further I imagined my hand running down that tight skirt, feeling the curves of her body underneath. Her nipples poked out of her tight black dress and I. He licked my fingers and said, "Mmmm baby, nothing like sweet milk for lunch." He asked me what I was doing for lunch and I said nothing. He invited me to have lunch with him and I said yes. Then it dawned on me that I had agreed to have lunch with two hot men. I had to think quickly as to what to do in order to be able to accommodate both men. Then I had a brilliant idea. My dad owns an apartment complex and there was one unit vacant at the moment. I gave Lance the address and told him to meet. Maybe I could change that; pull that stick from her ass and replace it with my cock, and give her a nice, hard cum.I very much doubt even the world's greatest cum could put a smile on her face.I slipped into the canvas tent; the joyful noise washed over me like a heavy surf. There were maybe fifty or sixty people filling the tent, all standing up in a circle around the Reverend, who stood on a raised platform. He was an iron-faced man in black robes, his arms held high, leading them in song.. Music played in the background and they danced. He kept putting his hands on her waist, her hips and even her behind. Every time she tried to evade his assault, he merely moved his hands to another place so that it was a constant fondling.On drink number three, she, too, was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. Now when they danced, her evasive actions lagged his bold fondling and caresses by a second or two. One time Stan even pulled the top of her dress out far enough so he could see.