"He was afraid," Hannah stated."Afraid? Of whom?" Linda asked. She asked that in a tone that indicatedwe thought it might be of her, the meekest and g...ntlest person I haveever met."Probably your husband," I said. "He's afraid of Nathan too. In fact,truth be told, I think Timothy is afraid of most men. I don't know ifhe's ashamed of what he is or what he isn't, but he just doesn't seem tobe able to handle seeing what God intended."Pastor joined us shortly after that. We sat down to a fabulous. It was easily 9 inches and she struggled to get much anymore than a little part of his shaft into her mouth but he clearly didn't seem to mind before he stepped aside and as she panted for breath the next offering was offered up to her and instantly she took the smallest of the cocks into her mouth .from the very start it had been frantic , from what seemed like an endless supply of mouths to kiss it was an endless supply of cocks and every minute or so a new one was inserted into her mouth and. He knelt down and kissed the end of my knob, then licked up and down my shaft. I’d never had a man do that before. His lips were soft and gentle, causing some precum to ooze out, which he immediately licked off the tip.I looked over at Elise. She had her hand down her jeans, clearly rubbing herself while Henri feasted on my cock and balls. She looked back at me, smiling.“Just enjoy it,” she whispered, “let yourself go.”“I am,” I gasped while Henri continued sucking my cock.I knew that the. “Sisters,” he sighed. “Strange. You know, I do see some similarities – around your eyes. Nose. Shape of your mouth when you smile. Thought it was just me.”“Short brown-eyed brunette. Average height blue-eyed blonde. Yeah, everybody thinks we’re sisters.” Deena snuggled into her dad’s arms. Between the two of us, we had him pretty well covered.“That’s what this was about, Dad,” Deena said. “Talking about heredity and genes. Got curious.”“Be careful the questions you ask sometimes. You have to be.