Our church is governed by Pastor Bob, Deacon Ed, Deacon Ray and Deacon Tom, all in their fifties. Everybody calls our preacher “Pastor Bob” and he...��s a very nice man. His wife passed away of cancer about a year ago so him and my mom have that in common. Many in the church including my mom, believe God talks directly to Pastor Bob. Deacon Ed is a big man in his early fifties who is widowed, Deacon Ray is in his early fifties and his wife is in a nursing home and Deacon Tom is a large dark skinned. " OK, ... Joyce."Over the next few weeks, I tried several different looks. Business suit,cocktail dress, even really tight jeans (with the man parts tucked up)and a tight, sexy top. But my favorites, and I think Bob's also wereshort skirts. And as it was now moving into winter, I got to try somesexy boots, with both the short skirts and a longer denim skirt.It was good. I'd get to dress up and satisfy "my man". Bob got a greatblow job, as I was getting better at it. I didn't care if he thought. A few moments later, Mom's door opened and she came out, followed by Eric. They walked down the hall and were gone.Pam snuck back across the hall to Mom's door and peered in. Everything in the room was perfectly neat, as if nothing had been disturbed, but the smell of sex filled the air. Eric had fucked Mom.Pam hurried downstairs and saw Eric alone at the buffet table, piling a plate full of food."Hi, Eric," Pam smiled as he crammed food into his face."Pam," he nodded, and walked to the table.. Harry placed his cock on top of my tongue and proceeded to push that long cock that was about as big around as a Kennedy Dollar. I could feel it going into my mouth and down to the throat area. I stretched my neck and he slid the head easily into my throat about and inch. He started fucking me. In and out, in and out he went. Then about every fifth stroke he put another inch down my oily pipe. So far it was going good, I was breathing through my nose and I started to get more excited with the.