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God’s Great PlanGOD’S GREAT PLANBy Al SteinerMy best friend when I was growing up was a k** named Mike Tilden.Though he was considered to be a geek by practically everyone else, Mike wasan intelligent k** who read everything he could get his hands on. The termfor him these days would be ‘nerd’.Mike’s family was a little on the weird side, at least that is myimpression of them today. They were nice people, don’t get me wrong, butthey were religious fanatics. His Dad, a bearded, hip-talking leftover fromthe sixties could spout fire and brimstone for a half-hour at a time. Iparticularly remember an episode when I was about ten and I’d blurted “Goddang- it” in front of him after dropping a peanut butter sandwich. He’dsternly admonished me about taking the Lord’s name in vain, explaining thatwhen I said something like that, God Himself heard me and looked down to seewhat I wanted.Never again did I take the Lord’s name in vain in hispresence. Bob Tilden was an archeologist, a profession that was usually quiteat odds with the religion that he practiced. The firm that he worked for,however, was funded by whatever church they belonged to and was involved insearching for archeological evidence that served to disprove evolution andsupport creationism. I never knew exactly what they looked for in thevicinity of our humble city but he did make frequent trips to the MiddleEast, sometimes staying gone for months at a time.Mike’s mother, Sarah, was a housewife.She’d always seemed theproper companion for Bob. She said grace before each meal, she served nomeat on Fridays, and she could preach the word of The Lord almost as well asher husband when the situation warranted it. She was perky and good natured,rarely raising her voice and she’d always welcomed me into their home andtreated me like I was her own.It was safe to say that I’d always likedMike’s mom.When Mike and I were twelve his mother got pregnant. I remember, asthe months went by, seeing her stomach swell further and further until finallyshe went to the hospital one day and returned with a baby boy.It was about two months after the birth of Kyle, Mike’s brother, andthe beginning of summer vacation when I’d peddled my bicycle over to his houseto show him a new Atari game cartridge that I’d gotten for my thirteenthbirthday.It was about nine in the morning when I knocked on the door. Nobodyanswered so I knocked again and was about to go away disappointed when thedoor swung open revealing Mrs. Tilden.”Jason.” She said, smiling at me. “Happy birthday, sorry Mike had tomiss it.””Thank you.” I told her. “Is Mike back from bible camp yet?””He got back last night.” She told me. “But him and his Dad went upto the hardware store to get some plumbing fixtures. Why don’t you come inand wait?”I hesitated for a second. Though I loved Mike’s mom to death she didhave an irritating tendency to preach. “How long have they been gone?” Iasked carefully.”They should be back soon.” She assured me. “Come on in.”She swung the screen door open and I stepped inside. As I stepped in Inoticed she was still wearing her nightgown; a knee length cotton one. Herbreasts, made large from the milk supply within them, were obviouslyunencumbered by a brassiere. I looked away uncomfortably.I sat in a chair in the living room and Mrs. Tilden sat on the couch.On television a soap opera was playing. This was surprising. Usually thetelevision, if it was on at all, was tuned to the local religious channel.We talked about my birthday and the presents I’d received for it. Aswe discussed it I couldn’t help but notice that her nightgown had ridden upabout eight inches past her knees. Mrs. Tilden was about thirty poundsoverweight; not fat but not thin either. I’d always thought she was prettybut something about the way she was sitting and what she was wearing and theraging hormones in my thirteen-year-old body made me think of her in a newlight.I found myself wondering what she looked like naked and thenimmediately felt ashamed for thinking such a thing about my friend’s mother.Presently, the baby began to wail from the other room.”Oh, excuse me for a minute.” She said, standing up. The hem of hernightgown rode up another four or five inches as she did so, revealing half ofher creamy, though chunky thighs.She disappeared into the baby’s room, returning a few minutes laterwith the squalling two-month-old cradled in her arms.”Somebody’s hungry.” She said, cooing softly to him.She sat back down on the couch, got comfortable, and then began undoingthe buttons on the front of her nightgown.Alarmed, I realized that she was about to breast feed and my faceflushed with embarrassment. “Uh,” I said, standing up suddenly. “I guessI’ll come back later.””What?” She said, looking up at me. “I thought you were going to waitfor Mike?””Well, ” I stammered. “I don’t wanna, that is, I uh…””Is it because I’m breast feeding?” She asked.”Well, uh, yeah.” I affirmed slowly.”Haven’t you ever seen a woman breast feed before?” She asked,seemingly puzzled.”Well, no.” I said.”Well.” She said, acting as if it was done in public every day. “Thehuman body is nothing to be ashamed of.” She said. “Breast feeding is abeautiful and natural thing. It’s truly God at work.” She patted the couchnext to her. “Come here.” She told me. “Come and watch.”Reluctantly I walked across the room and sat next to her on the couch,unsure of myself.She unbuttoned her nightgown and shrugged it off of her leftshoulder, pulling it down to reveal her breast. It was pasty white and aboutthe size of a cantaloupe. The aureole was a light shade of brown, like thecolor of a pancake and the size of a silver dollar. Her nipple was huge, thediameter of a dime and at least a half inch in length.A small amount ofpale white milk dribbled from it. As I watched she brought the baby’s headto her breast and his little toothless mouth sucked the nipple in. His jawsimmediately went to work, extracting the milk out of her body and into his.I heard her sigh as he began feeding.”There’s nothing more beautiful than breast feeding a baby.” She toldme.I stared, wide-eyed, my penis erect as Kyle drank his fill from her.She was explaining how breast-feeding was part of God’s great plan but Ibarely heard her, lost as I was in the sight of my first mammary gland. Though it would by no means qualify for Playboy magazine it was still perfectin my eyes.Presently he emptied her left breast. She pulled him away from herand covered it up, pulling the right breast, which was now quite a bit largerthan it’s companion out, and attempting to attach him to the nipple. ButKyle was having none of it. His eyes were drooping closed and his mouthrefused to suck.”Oh Kyle.” She moaned good-naturedly, “Why can’t you ever drink themboth dry.”She pulled the nightgown back over her breast and stood up,excusing herself again and carrying the baby back to his room.After aminute or so she returned. As she sat down next to me again I notice thatshe’d neglected to button the nightgown back up.”Uh, Jason?” She asked softly. “Would you mind doing me a favor?””What’s that Mrs. Tilden?” I asked, my face bornova escort bayan still flushed and my penisstarting to deflate a little.”Well,” She said, embarrassment showing on her face. “Kyle onlyemptied one breast but I have to drain both of them. I have a breast pump butit’s kind of uncomfortable.””Yeah?” I said, naively not getting her.”So would you mind, ” She continued. “Uh, draining the other breastfor me?”I looked up at her, noting that her face was bright red and a strangelook was in her eyes. I wasn’t sure I was hearing her correctly. “How wouldI do THAT?” I asked.”Why, the same way that Kyle does of course.” She told me.”You mean,” I asked, shocked, “That you want me to, uh…””Suckle my breast for me.” She replied. “The milk is very good foryou. It’s full of vitamins and protein.”I was dumbfounded, a plethora of emotions assaulting me. She wanted meto suck on her breast. Mike’s mother! “I’m not sure I should do that.” Ifinally said.”Please?” She said, almost pleading. “I really don’t like the pump.It’ll only take a few minutes.””But…” I started.”Here.” She said, shrugging down her nightgown to reveal her swollenbreast again. “All you have to do it put it in your mouth and suck a little.”She placed her hand on the back of my neck and gently pulled meforward. I didn’t resist. My mouth came down and contacted her swollennipple. I felt it slip past my lips, a hard though yielding piece of flesh.I could feel the bumps and ridges on its surface.”Go ahead.” She told me, her voice slightly stern. “Suck on it.”I began to suck and my mouth was immediately filled with a warm,tasteless liquid. It came spurting out and I was forced to swallow quickly toavoid dribbling. It was neither bad nor good tasting. It was neutral. As Isucked, Mrs. Tilden’s hand stayed on the back of my neck, caressing me softly.”That’s good.” She cooed at me. “You’re doing just fine.”Apart from the erotic feel of her breast in my mouth and thesensation of her smooth hand on my neck, I was keenly aware of the feel ofher body against mine.My right hand curled around her waist and my chestlay against her hip. She was incredibly soft and warm. My dick became aramrod in my pants. I carefully kept my crotch from pushing against her legso she wouldn’t feel it.She moaned softly a few times, stirring her hips a little, somethingshe hadn’t done when the baby had been suckling. I noticed an odor in theair, a musky scent that I’d never encountered before. I didn’t know where itwas coming from.Her soft hand slid softly down the back of my shirt, gliding in slowcircles around my back. Chills ran up my spine as I felt this. At this pointI still naively believed that this was an innocent encounter, that she reallydid just want me to empty her breast for her. I hoped that I wouldn’t shootoff in my pants. What would Mrs. Tilden think if she knew how excited she wasmaking me? She would probably kick me right out of her house and forbid me toever enter it again. I tried to will my hard-on away but I might as well havebeen telling the tide not to come back in for all the good it did.The volume of milk exiting her breast into my mouth gradually sloweddown, forcing me to suck harder to extract it.This made Mrs. Tilden moanlouder and more frequently. I felt her hips buck up and down a few times.The odor of musk became stronger, making me wonder again just what it was.Her free hand began running through my hair.“This is sooo much better than the breast pump.” She told me softly.“I’m glad you came by.”I didn’t answer, I just continued sucking on her nipple. Finally themilk supply gave out. I gave her one very strong suck to see if I could getany more to come out and her reaction was startling.“Oooohh!” She squealed, her entire body tensing up for a moment. Herhand tightened in my hair, pulling almost painfully.“Did I hurt you?” I asked, pulling my head up and looking at heranxiously.“Not at all.” She said, slightly breathlessly. Her face was veryflushed, her blue eyes shining. “Thank you very much Jason. That was… thatwas beautiful.”I nodded, embarrassed, not sure what to say. I sat up on the couch,twisting my crotch away from her so she wouldn’t see the telltale bulge in myjeans. I was trying to think of a way to make my exit. What I wanted to domore than anything was ride my bike home, head for my room, drop my pants, andbeat off to the image of Mike’s mother. But she had other plans.“Don’t you agree,” She asked me, looking in my eyes. “That breastfeeding is one of God’s gifts to us?”“Uh, yeah.” I answered. “It’s great.”She smiled. “You’re much too embarrassed by nudity.” She told me.“Haven’t you ever seen a woman’s vagina before?”My eyes widened. “Uh, no.” I told her. Actually I had, in variousPlayboys and Penthouses that my father kept around the house. But I wasn’tabout to tell her THAT.“Well.” She said huffily, as if I was the victim of c***d abuse or something.“A vagina is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s another one of God’s great gifts.Would you like to see mine?”“Excuse me?” I squeaked, not sure I’d heard her right. Did she reallyask if I wanted to see her vagina?“Here.” She said, dropping her hands to the hem of her nightgown.“Let me show you.” She opened her legs and pulled the nightgown up over herwaist, revealing first her upper thighs and then the junction of them.Thefirst thing I saw was hair, a lot of it. It was light brown in color andvery curly. It covered her entire crotch like a blanket. She spread herlegs further and I was able to see a pair of pink lips protruding from themiddle of this nest. They were slightly open and had a sheen of moisture onthem. I found myself wondering if she’d peed herself.Where had the wetnesscome from?The smell that I’d noticed earlier suddenly assaulted me, tripling inpower as her nightgown came up. My nostrils flared. It was an odor thatshould have been classified as gross but which was somehow giving me theshivers. My dick pulsed in my pants as I inhaled it. I finally realized thatit was the odor of her pussy. The so-called “sweet nectar” that I’d read somuch about in Penthouse forum. While I wouldn’t have exactly called it“sweet”, it was certainly putting my libido into overdrive.“You see.” Mrs. Tilden breathed. “Nothing to be ashamed about. Everywoman has one of these.”I nodded, speechless.“Would you like to touch it?” She asked softly. “You can.”I drew in a sharp intake of breath, my eyes still riveted to her. Imade no move towards her. I didn’t know what to do. I was trembling all overlike a paint-shaker, my mind reeling with confused emotions, my bloodstreamboiling with teenaged hormones.Mrs. Tilden reached forward and grabbed my hand. She ran her fingerssoftly over it, pulling it towards her. “Here.” She whispered. “Let me helpyou.”She placed the back of my hand directly on the center of her. I feltkinky, curly hair against my knuckles.I felt warm wetness and smooth,slippery lips.She pulled my hand firmly against her, squishing my knucklesagainst her vaginal lips. She then began moving my hand up and down,clenching her thighs together, and trapping it there. escort bornova I felt the smooth,feminine skin of her upper thighs engulfing my hand. She clenched them andreleased them a few times, pulling my hand tighter against her crotch.Shebegan to breathe faster and the odor of her grew stronger.Smiling, her eyes riveted to my face (I can only imagine what myexpression was, probably something like religious exhalation), she opened herlegs again, freeing my hand. “Why don’t you put your fingers in it?” Sheasked. “Feel what it’s like.”I swallowed, gulping with a mouth that had gone dry. But I obeyed.Using my index finger, I probed between her lips. My finger slid in easily,all the way past the second knuckle. I felt her contract around it, pullingat it.Vaguely, I heard myself groan.“You can fit more fingers than that in.” She said. “Put in three.”I added two fingers, my middle and ring. She was right, they slid ineasily. I was nearly panting now, unable to believe what was happening, nolonger able to convince myself that this was an innocent anatomy lesson, or areligious lecture.“Move them in and out.” She told me. I did, they made a slurping,squishing sound, the friction very pleasant. “Yes.” She hissed softly. Herhand slithered out and was suddenly on my crotch, squeezing and kneading methrough my jeans. I jumped, startled. No one had ever touched me therebefore, though I’d imagined it in my fantasies a thousand times. And now mybest friend’s mother had become the first. It felt exquisite.“Do you feel my pussy?” She asked me softly. “Do you feel how nice itfeels?”I nodded, unable to speak.“You’re feeling God’s great plan.” She told me. “A pussy isspecifically designed for a nice hard cock,” She gave me a moderate squeezefor emphasis, “Just like this one to slide into. It’s made to pleasure acock. And a cock is made to pleasure a pussy.”She moaned. “Oh Lord, isn’tGod great?”“Yeah.” I breathed.“Would you like to feel God’s great plan in action? Would you like tofeel just HOW they fit together?”“Oh yesss!” I cried.She released me, pushing my hand out of her crotch. My fingers weresoaked with her secretions. “Take off your pants.” She told me.Trembling, my head filled with lust, I stared at her, reaching forthe buttons on my pants. But a wicked though occurred to me. “What aboutMike and Mr. Tilden?” I asked. “What if they, you know, come home?”She smiled impatiently. “A little white lie on my part.” She told me.“God will forgive me, I’m sure. They’re not at the hardware store. They wentto Bob’s work site to pick up some paperwork. They’ll be gone for hours.”I stared at her, astonished. She had planned this encounter.Otherwise she wouldn’t have lied to me.“Now come on!” She hissed again. “Get those pants off. Let me showyou how kind and great God was when he designed our bodies. Let me show youwhat rapture is all about.” She breathed deeply, desperation on her face.“Please.” She pleaded. “Let me show you what my husband has forgotten.”“Right!” I said, ripping open my pants, my little head now firmly incontrol of me for the first time in my life. I pushed my pants down withoutbothering to remove my shoes first and soon found myself crashing face firstto the carpet.“Oh God, hurry, please.” Mrs. Tilden begged. “It’s been so long.”I disentangled myself as quickly as possible, kicking off my shoes,not bothering with my socks, and tossing my jeans to the floor. I shucked myunderwear, revealing my five-inch cock to her gaze. I was worried she wouldtake one look at it, declare it too small, and send me on my way but she didno such thing.She stared at it hungrily, making a growling sound in theback of her throat.She held her arms out to me, beckoning. “Come on.” She panteddesperately. “Come feel God in action.”“Right.” I repeated, moving towards her.She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me on top of her. Herbreasts mashed against my chest. Her legs spread, rubbing against the outsideof mine. Her mouth came up and locked onto mine, giving me my first realkiss. Her tongue shot into my mouth, shocking me as it swirled with mine. Icould feel the head of my cock against one of her thighs. I adjusted myposition, squirming this way and that until it was probing her wetness.“Now put it in me!” She commanded, “Put it all the way in. Feel God!”“Yeah.” I wheezed, sinking down into her.I was unable to breathe, it felt so good. I slid into her sheath allthe way to the hilt, feeling her muscles pulling at me, feeling my pubis mashagainst hers.“Oh God!” She cried, loud enough to make me wonder about the neighborshearing. “Praise the Lord. It’s been so long. Now fuck me! Start moving!Feel God! Feel God, Goddamit!”“I can feel it!” I assured her, starting to thrust now, my movementsthe instinctive rhythm of racial memory. Her mouth found mine again, hertongue dueling with mine. The friction of this was beyond description. I’dnever imagined, even in my most vivid fantasies that intercourse could feel sogood. Before I’d thrusted ten times I felt the inevitability of orgasmapproaching.I started to pant, my thrusts becoming a mad blur, my balls slammingagainst her ass. I couldn’t even speak, couldn’t tell her what was about tohappen. But she knew. Her hands came down to my ass, one of her fingerssliding between the cheeks and dipping into my anus.“Ahhhhh!” I groaned, orgasm racking me, my seed slamming out of myballs and up into her body, filling her up, decreasing the friction of ourunion with it’s added lubrication.When my thrusts finally slowed to a halt, my load, as it was, shot, shedisengaged her mouth from me and pulled her hands to my hair. She pulled myface up, her eyes, filled with lust, drilling into me.“I’m not finished with you yet.” She told me. “I haven’t seen Godyet.” She dropped her hands to my shoulders and pushed, forcing me off of herand to the floor. I found myself staring at her pussy, which was soaked withsecretions and drooling my sperm from between its lips. She pulled my faceagainst her.The smell overwhelmed me, the rich smell of musk and the mineral smellof my sperm. My lips mashed forcefully into her, smearing this wetness acrossmy face. I tried to pull away, disgusted at the thought of my own spermtouching my face, but she was insistent.“Stick your tongue in me.” She ordered. “Lick between my lips.”I tried to groan out some protest but she was having none of that.“If you ever want to see God again,” She threatened. “You’d better eatme. Eat me good. Oh God, stick your tongue in me, now!”She pulled me closer and I had no choice but to slide my tongue betweenher lower lips. I could taste my sperm dancing across my tastebuds, it’sflavor mixed with the more pleasant taste of her pussy.“Yes!” She cried. “Plunge it in and out!”I did so, sliding it into her, tasting more of myself. I discoveredthat it really wasn’t so bad, though I was glad it was mine. I certainlywouldn’t have done this if it had been someone else’s sperm.“Stick your finger up my ass!” She ordered. I wondered briefly if thiswas REALLY the same woman who doted over Mike and me and offered us lemonadeafter we’d been bornova escort out playing particularly hard.I did this too, sliding it across her vagina to lubricate it first.Her asshole was tight and my finger barely went in. But after a moment sheadjusted and it slipped in and out easily.“More!” She cried. “Put more fingers in.”I slid another finger in alongside the first and then a third. Shegroaned in ecstasy.“Move them in and out.”I complied, continuing to slurp away at her.“Now suck my clit.” She said next.I had no idea what a clit was or where it could be found, but she’danticipated this.“The bump on top of my pussy.” She told me. “Suck it hard. Now!”I moved my mouth upward, probing with my tongue, finally finding thatof which she spoke. I began to suck on it like it was a nipple and she wenttruly batshit. Her pelvis began to thrust, mashing into my face. Herbreathing became erratic. Her ass began to clench around my fingers.“Yes!” She cried. “Oh God yes! Oh sweet Lord you are soooo great! OhGod, suck it harder!”I did and the crotch mashing became frantic, slamming into me nearlyhard enough to bloody my nose. Her thighs wrapped around my shoulders andclenched tight, nearly choking me. She began to spasm.“Don’t stop!” She yelled. “Don’t stop. Keep it up!”I did and the thrusting seemed to reach a peak and then finally sloweddown, coming to a stop. Her legs relaxed, dropping off of my shoulders. Shereached down and pulled my face up, looking into my eyes. I saw that she wasflushed, her forehead shiny with perspiration. Her eyes still had a mad glintin them.She pushed me off of her and then slid off the couch herself, spinningaround and hiking the hem of her nightgown up. This revealed her drippingpussy and asshole to me.“Fuck my ass.” She told me. “Slide it in and fuck me. I want to feelyou come in my asshole.”I stared at her, uncomprehending. I’d never considered doing such athing before. Was it even possible?She reached behind her with both hands, resting her weight on thecouch, and spread the cheeks of her butt widely. “Put it in.” She told me.“Let me feel you ass-fuck me. Come on!”I looked down and saw that my dick was hard as a crowbar once again. Imoved forward and placed the head against the brown circle of her anus andtried to push. The head slipped in about a quarter of an inch and would go nofurther.“Lube it.” She told me. “Run your fingers through my pussy and thenput it on your cock.”I slid two fingers into her now loose vagina, wetting them thoroughly.I then jacked my cock a few times, getting it nice and slippery. I then triedagain.This time my cock slid nicely into her browneye, eliciting a loud moanfrom her. I moaned as well. Her ass was TIGHT. Tighter than I would haveimagined possible. I grabbed her slightly flabby buttcheeks and, using themfor leverage, started to thrust in and out. She began to thrust back againstme, panting uncontrollably once again. Her left hand came up between her legsand began rubbing her pussy madly.She moaned, working her way through another orgasm. When she came, herass started to spasm against my cock and the friction was enough to push meover the edge again. I spurted deep into her bowels, pushing her asscheekstogether as I did so.When I was done I pulled out, my dick withdrawing with a slurp. It wasstreaked with brown that I knew was her feces, but somehow this didn’t disgustme. Her anus disgorged a bubble of brown-tinged semen, which ran down towardsher vagina. I looked at this uncomfortably, vowing that no matter WHAT shethreatened, I wasn’t going to put my tongue THERE.But she had no such plans. She rolled over, so she was sitting on thecarpet, and looked pointedly at me. She stared for a minute, while my mindtried to make sense of what had just happened. Had this really been Mike’smother? Finally she spoke.“What we just did was beautiful, wasn’t it?”I looked at her, my emotions in turmoil. Had I enjoyed this? Fucking-Aye I had. I nodded in agreement.“It was God’s great plan in action. The pleasure of the flesh.”“Right.” I assured her.“But,” She said. “Society thinks it’s wrong. A mother enjoying carnalpleasures with a young boy.”I nodded, catching her drift but not knowing where this was going.“You must never tell anyone what happened here today. They wouldn’tunderstand. They would think it wrong. Do you think it’s wrong to enjoy mybody?”“No.” I said immediately.She smiled. “Good.” She said. “My husband,” She explained, “Hasmisinterpreted the scriptures. He believes that sexual intercourse isexpressly reserved for procreation purposes only.”I stared at her, her words outside the standard vocabulary of athirteen-year-old. She saw my confusion.“He thinks sex is for making babies only.” She rephrased. “He hasn’ttouched me in, in the way you and I just touched, since I found out I waspregnant with Kyle. That was nearly a year ago. A year without feeling God’sgift.”I wasn’t terribly impressed then though I am these days. After all,I’d just gone thirteen years without experiencing “God’s gift”.“We plan to have no more c***dren.” She continued. “So therefore, heplans never to touch me, ‘that way’ again.”I nodded as if I understood, though I didn’t.“I NEED to be touched that way.” She told me. “Every woman does.Like I said, it’s God’s gift.”“Right.” I told her.“If you would like,” She said. “You can touch me that way. You canfeel God with me whenever circumstances permit. Would you like that?”I raised my eyebrows. If I had heard her right, she was offering tolet me fuck her whenever we could. Did I feel like that? Is the governmentcorrupt? “Yes.” I told her. “I would like that a lot.”She smiled, pulling her nightgown down. “So would I.” She said. “Butthere’s one condition.”“Condition?” I asked, wondering what THAT might be.“Yes.”She nodded. “You can never tell a soul what we’re doing. Not a single person. Ever. I know the impulse of boys is to tell theirfriends what they are doing sexually but you can never do that. Never.Ifyou did, the consequences would be severe for me. Not so much for you, but Iwould probably be put in jail.You, on the other hand, would lose thepleasures of the flesh from me. What is more important for you? Tellingyour friends about the older pussy you’re getting, or not telling them andcontinuing to get the older pussy?”There was certainly no contest in my mind, although I know of peoplewho would have a problem with her deal. “I won’t tell a soul.” I assuredher. “They could torture me and I still wouldn’t tell.”“Good.” She smiled. “Although let’s hope it never comes to that.”She stood up, buttoning the top buttons of her nightgown. “As for now.” Shesaid, “I think it might be a good idea if you went home for the day. You cantry Mike tomorrow. He should be home then.” She glanced down at my waist,eyeing it appreciatively. “You’d better pull up your pants first though.”I looked down and saw that I was still naked, except for my socks,below the waist. Blushing, I reached for my jeans.“Don’t be embarrassed.” She told me. “You have a very godly cock. Beproud of it.” She gave me a meaningful glance. “Mike and Bob are going tobible study on Thursday night at about six o’clock. Maybe you should come bythen to see if he’s home?”“Maybe I should.” I agreed, already anticipating the visit.I picked up my pants and started to put them on, realizing that she wasright. God WAS good.

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