'Stick with me.'Sunday School at the Congregational Church for us "almost teens" was upstairs behind the balcony. The church was very old, built of ro...gh faced grey quarried marble. Although it looked small, it was roomy, with beautiful stained glass windows and plush pews.There was a marvelous pipe organ built by the Felgemaker Pipe Organ Company. Four manuals, two layer foot pedals, several side manuals and row upon row of stops. The compressor room was one of my favorite hideouts.The balcony. Looking at him got my juices flowing. He asked if he could use the phone, I said of course, and showed him to it shaking my thonged ass while walking in front of him. While he was on the phone, I bent over like I was looking for something giving him a great shot of my very fine ass, I stayed that way for quite a while, I was sooooo hot for him. After he got off the phone he looked at me and said "Cindy, what kind of game are you playing with me? I've been around the block a couple of times, I. I looked up at him and smiled. "Hi Tim. You've already met Nikki. This is Megan."Tim appeared to be in shock. With obvious effort he dragged his eyes from Megan's pussy to her anguished face. "Hi."Megan's cheeks were pink and moist. She smiled and offered a bashful nod. Tim seemed mesmerized."Nikki," I said, "why don't you help Tim off with his clothes."Nikki didn't need coaxing. As I resumed sucking Megan's clit, she unbuttoned Tim's shirt and slid it off his shoulders. She licked his nipples,. ‘Sorry Mand she got called into work today, but she’ll be back this afternoon.’ I replied, thinking about how to handle this, realizing that this could be the chance I was looking for. Mandy was very similar to Mom in both looks and personality, and I had always thought she was hot. With her long legs, shapely hips and chest, Mandy was essentially a paler version of Mom with darker hair. However, the biggest advantage was that, not being my Mom, my conscience had no issues with having her fuck.