With one last squirt of lube on Sharon's cleft, I moved onto the bed. Squeezing in between Joy and the headboard, I formed my body into hers. Clit t... clit, breast to breast, and mouth to mouth. We were formed into each other like perfect puzzle pieces. As we loved on each other, Linda took great joy in assaulting both of our slits in concert. Joy and I had this thing between us. It was more than lust and maybe even more than love. It was like we'd known each other forever, but feeling. Irene got up and walked to the bed's end. She took one of my legs from Khadija and then looked at her“Where are your table manners?” Irene said as she looked at Khadija. She then lifted Khadija’s long shirt. Khadija wasn’t wearing any bra. Her breasts were not too large. They were in a conical shape. Her nipples were darker than the chocolate matching the color of her lips. She started licking my left asscheek as Irene licked the other side. My legs were starting to pain but my cock was hard. . sorry ... I ah” Abbey stammered.“Come on Abbey” said Joe. “Don’t be shy. Tell us where we can find a bar that has lots of pretty women who are anxious to help a guy to have a good time.”Abbey blushed, and shook her head as if she did not know the answer. Of course, she knew exactly where such bars could be found, but she did not want to let these foreign men know that she knew. So, she retreated from the table and left the men to their discussion, although she was curious to know why Joe had. I found myself sitting alongside Miss Fox, and had the thrill of sharing my prayer-book with her. I sang out lustily, especially when my favourite Advent hymn O Come, O come Emanuel made an appearance in the morning service, rather than, as is more usual, at Evensong. I took Communion, and privately asked my Creator for forgiveness for my impure deeds and thoughts. I felt gratitude that this was the Church of England, and not the Church of Rome, and that I would not have to confess my sins to.