“Okay, so is this some thing you wanted to try? Because I have to say, I don't know how comfortable I would be with this kind of arrangement. I mean... I've never tried any thing quite so bold before in my entire life,” I told him. “But babe, we would obviously have a safe word that you could use at any time. And we wouldn't do any thing that you wouldn't be comfortable with. Can we at least try it once, and if we both don't like it, we never have to do it again. Besides, we said we would. . and she was thinking of how badly she wanted to eat Cynthia's pussy when she was through with this double fuck.It wasn't long until Linda's mouth and tongue were eagerly employed on Cynthia's pussy while Brother Bob was fucking Cynthia's asshole. When he came and pulled out, Cynthia swung around into a 69 position with Linda. They were at it for sometime and then she felt herself and Cynthia being rolled over so her ass was in the air and she felt Brother Bob's reborn cock pressing slowly. Amy rolled her eyes, stuck out her tongue at the phone, handed it to me, and left the room."Hello?" I answered."Hi. How are you?" I have to admit, she did sound like she really wanted to know."Just fine. Haven't had this much fun in years. How are you?" I'm not sure I sounded like I really wanted to know. It still hurt, bad. I was glad to hear her voice. It just made it hurt worse, though."Amy is really mad at me. I guess that's not surprising. I know how she feels about you. I wish I could. Yes,she was strong yet delicate. Part of that strength came from the fact that Andrea practiced yoga. Atthe time I was full of bigoted nonsense about how yoga was demonic and Iused to mock her practice saying it was just a group of women stretching.I tried to encourage her to stop and she pretended that she would,because Andrea was in love with me.From time to time I would give Andrea the benefit of my superiorintellect and I would explain religious things like how yoga was demonicor more.