... lets say drive. You see I love god and i use to do some bad things," she looked around studding the area, seeing if anyone was around, "I thought ...arrying a preacher would get me right with god. It has somewhat but I still have bad thoughts." She looked down at my throbbing cock then back up. "Wait, Mrs. Mayfield your the nicest lady I know. What type of things have you done that are bad?" You really want to know? And wont tell a soul ever?" I nodded and promised i wouldn't. "Well I can. She is grimacing. Her hips are writhing beyond her control. She exerts a herculean effort to hold her bottom still but fails. Chris smiles to herself appreciating her effort. "I'll deal with you later, Moll." Now, Patty, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asks Chris.Patty nods and smiles at Chris."Bring the chair to the kitchen, Moll, and leave us alone for a few minutes," says Chris. "Don't clean it. I'll have Peter lick it clean when he gets back."Moll leaves the room and Chris says to. "It will be great fun," she enthused.Knowing I had no option but to let them gamble with my dick, I placed the coffee table back Infront of them, and lay on top as instructed. Both of my ankles were grabbed by the girls who yanked my legs over my head, instantly positioning my dick just Infront of my lips.As I work out at the gym several times a week, it meant I was quite supple, and so it didn't take much effort to push down on my upturned legs and force my cock even further towards my mouth.. I ordered an insanely large tower of blueberry pancakes and watched as Eru, the only one of us with no previous IHOP experience, looked long and hard at the menu before he ordered the Belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream topping. Our orders were pretty evenly split between those two choices. Alicia ordered her favorite French toast option and Mike preferred the Swedish pancakes, which I personally could never develop a liking for, but to each his own, and soon we were each buried.