Cindy was Irish, a lapsed Catholic. I'm a bit of a mongrel, English andFrench mostly, with a little German and Italian thrown in and not at allreligio...s. When I used to go to church the women in their Sunday bestwere a constant distraction. I knew they wanted to look nice for theLord but it was just too much feminine beauty and finery for me; all Icould seem to think about was sex. Thinking about the women led me tothinking about the men and I'd be in a regular tizzy before the servicewas over.. Rhee moaned in my mouth at the same time that Heather’s hand reached my pussy. I assumed, and was right, that Heather was doing both of us. Rhee and I finished our kiss, so I took the opportunity to look to my left at Heather.When she saw me looking at her, she said, “You two are so hot! And so obviously into each other!”I pulled my right arm from behind Rhee’s back and slid it along Heather’s torso and back far enough that I could put it around Heather and then stepped back a bit with my right. But for the moment, Lester was screwed out, and she might have to content herself with him and the women.Tugging gently at her, Jerry moved her toward the others as they untangled themselves. Debbie rose higher on her knees, lifting her dripping crotch from her husband's face, the black and curly hair of her forest glistening with her clear juices. Angela gave that educated twist of her ass, and snapped Lester's cock from her pussy; a slow rivulet of cream oozed down the shaft as the inflamed. He was amazed by her beauty. She was tall with legs that seemed to go on forever below that short miniskirt. She wore black sheer hose with black heels. As his eyes rose upward, he noticed again the short black miniskirt. Her tight red blouse seemed to cling to her like a second skin. The buttons in the front were straining to stay buttoned, trying to hide breasts that seemed to want to break free of their restraint. He was mesmerized by her breasts. He could not help but notice the roundness.