“No! XXX And it all lead to this. Her tongue was doing
a hula dance under the head of his penis as the vacuum of her mouth made maddeningly delicious
sucking sounds. Collapsing back into
his chair, pastor Billy was feeling divine inspiration. Can’t you see not having a help meet has left the door open for Satan?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Otis was sweating profusely. This is his job. Pastor Billy peeled his eyes to look down, seeing only the top of her head
lazily bobbing like an oil derrick; no quizzical eyes seeking his approval. If he died, it would be the price he owed for the sins of
this life. “Yes, ma’am?”
“You not thinking about any little girls are you?” Ruth squeezed for emphasis.
