Crap! Everything I do affects everyone.We all hustled ourselves together and skipped breakfast until after church. Yeah, we all decided we would atten... the Sunday service at the National Cathedral. Geez! It seemed like everything in this city is the National something. I wondered what was different with this rendition of the cathedral from what I remembered of V1. I had to make a conscious effort to pull V1 memories into my consciousness now but I remembered that it was high church—Episcopalian. "What do you want?" she asked,not disguising the unhappiness in her voice."I ... just thought that you'd like to talk to someone," Angela said."Go away," Dierdre snapped."Dierdre," Angela said, "you may not believe me, but I _know_ how muchpain you're in from losing your twin brother. I know that, sometimes,you just need to talk to someone, or sometimes you need a hug. Youjust want people to treat you like a person, and not to make you feellike you're alone, or strange, or have the. She wore a short skirt in jet black leather with black stockings and spiked high heels."Yeah?" I was gonna ask what I should wear." I looked her up and down. "But I don't wanna wear that!" She looked like a whore. Aside from her makeup that is. Her face and hair were done beautifully. Lightly, letting the natural beauty shine through.She looked down at herself. "Too much? I wanted to dress sexy since we were in a group. I never do around here anymore." Shorter heels, and maybe a different top?". Again, I worshipped it as best I could, sucking away until I got my reward of more creamy salty cum, which slipped down my throat so easily. The next cock was less hard, and had already spunked into one of the girls (Amy I think). I cleaned it up but made it my duty to make it hard again so it could go for another round, licking right under the purple head until it twitched back into life, eating up the mild smegma that had collected around it.What must have been a couple of hours later, the.