“Rise and shine sleepy head! I need to ask you if what I just heard is true.”Cindy cringed, oh god here it comes both barrels loaded. “What is i... you heard mother?” Her mother’s voice paused then she blurted out. “That you have decided to join our little congregation. Is it true?”Cindy fought the urge to laugh. “Yes mother it is true. Reverent Caldwell convinced me I need a little religion." While in the back of her head, and some stiff dick in my life.Cindy had to hold the phone three feet. Well after we divorced she made ends meet by working as an escort. She would have been willing to do me and my friend Scot, but he said that just talking to her was a total turn off. It cost me a days sky lift ticket, a luxury room with it's own hot tub, a bottle of good champagne, two Quaalude's, and 300 dollars. She skied all day, drank the champagne, soaked in the hot tub, took the pills, and went to bed. Scot and I entered the room later, finding her completely passed out under the thin. After eating we cleaned up and went to the couch. Mr. Donald told me to lay down with my legs spread. I hopped on the couch and lay across his lap resting my head on the arm of the couch. He picked up the bottle of lotion squirted some on my butt while rubbing my butt. I felt his finger push against my hole then felt it push in. He pushed it in and out a few times then pulled out. He squirted more lotion on my hole and pushed in, he did this four or five times, then I felt something on my hole.. The other parts of me, the ones that should make me leave or ask you why you showed up last night with some shallow clone of me, fall silent. I become all animal instinct here, ready to spring into motion, to claim and mark my territory. We collide with a sound akin to a slap. Your hair, left in tangled curls from the water, whips against my neck as we kiss. Hungry lips are raw and ignited, as they cover and crest over one another. Your entire body shivers against me as if your every cell brims.