Chapter 5

Dan’s mind had been, understandably, preoccupied with how to reconcile his faith with his own church’s doctrine relating to teaching daughters to love their fathers as wives would. To add more fuel to that guilt-ridden fire, he had recently acquiesced and begun trying to impregnate Sherry, the 15-year-old daughter of a widow parishioner. All of this flew directly in the face of Dan’s own upbringing and previous Biblical understanding. On top of all that, it appeared his lovely wife, Sarah, had come to agree with the very same doctrines with which he wrestled.

As one would expect, Dan prayed daily. Sometimes, many times per day, hoping God would show him a sign. Something simple and inarguable that would give him a way to argue against the behaviors of the community.

Finally, his wife’s words from months earlier began to sink in. For years, Dan had served faithfully as the church’s pastor, helping those in need and spreading the Gospel. And during his times of uncertainty, his wife would pray and offer him guidance, as any Christian partner should. In his heart, Dan knew she would not advise him to do anything she felt was outside the Word. Yet, she was the one who had compelled him to consider their own daughter a sexual being, in need of her parent’s intimate instructions for how to become a good wife. Sarah was also the one who convinced him to help Sherry become pregnant.

Could it be that God had been sending him signs the entire time, using Sarah had been acting as His conduit? Maybe the problem was not in this little community’s behavior, but inside Dan?

As if a high wattage bulb had just been illuminated, Dan’s mind became clearer while the mental weight from years of worry, grief and guilt were lifted in an instant. Sitting in his office, Dan searched for and quickly found the notes he’d jotted down during his ‘trial period’, more than 16 years before. With seemingly new eyes, he carefully read through each of the bulleted items which had astonished and plagued him for so many years since. Now, he saw each of these beliefs about the book of Titus as logical extensions to his own understanding of the Creator’s kindness and love. Of course parents should instruct their daughters on how to please a man. What better way to show her that the Godly act of sexual reproduction should be kind and pleasurable? This ensured the act would be one that was sought by both partners, which gave a better chance of creating offspring. And if those offspring were brought up with the same guidelines, then the numbers of God-fearing observers would more rapidly become multitudes.

Dan fell to his knees and offered thanks for his new, clearer understanding of his own place in God’s plan. He also asked for forgiveness over his own stubborn refusal to see God’s direction before.

With this new-found clarity, Dan soon began searching for an answer to the question of Charlene and her son Jeremy. In her younger years, she had become a widow, raising young Jeremy on her own. After years of acting as a single parent, loneliness and desire overcame both she and her son. After Jeremy had passed puberty and began to become sexually curious, Charlene took his education in her own hands. And her mouth. And her vagina.

Jeremy had grown to be a fine young man of 20. He had also helped create another baby inside Charlene. Together, they had chosen to remain as loyal and true to each other as any married couple. If allowed, they would also raise the child in the church, following its guidelines.

When Dan first learned of their situation, he’d been appalled. Now, he felt that he’d been in the wrong. Knowing the deacons were still opposed to the couple, he searched for some Biblical standing on which he could argue in the couple’s favor.

At home that evening, Dan shared his revelation about the book of Titus with his wife. They shared tears of happiness. Together, they had endured so many days and nights of his misplaced guilt and indecision. More tears of joy were shed as they praised God’s grace and patience.

Afterward, he briefly explained his new project of trying to find a Biblical argument that favored Charlene and Jeremy. “If there’s something there, I think it’s in everyone’s best interests that it be found, researched and prayed about”, Dan said. Sarah agreed.

Dan and Sherry continued spend time together on Sunday afternoons. Sometimes, they would go back to just doing chores around the church. It didn’t take long for Dan to figure out that Sherry only wanted to do chores when she was menstruating. The rest of the time, he would drive Darla and Sherry home from church and stay for a small meal before Sherry became impatient and directed him to the sofa, pulling away his clothes enroute.

Even with Dan’s new-found clarity of his place within God’s plan, he could not be comfortable having sex inside the house of God. He also assumed, correctly, that Sarah would not be thrilled about having her husband get intimate inside their house with someone from outside the family. In the back of his mind, he also didn’t want to ask Sarah and Izzy to get dressed for company, then immediately disrobe and begin plowing the young Sherry. So, Darla simply told him that he and her daughter should keep using her house while they continued their quest to make a baby.

“I p’fer it that-a-way”, Darla said. “If ya’ll ‘re in my house, I can watch sometimes, s’long as yew don’ mind. I’ll tell ya’, Pastor Dan, jus’ lookin’ at yer big ol’ donkey dick gits my pussy juiced-up real quick. An’ when yew use it in Sherry’s little hole, Whoo, honey! It’s like sum-body set off a firecracker in m’ panties!”

Dan smiled at her comments. “I don’t mind if you’re there, Darla. That’s up to Sherry.”

As much as she loved manipulating her own pussy while watching Sherry bounce on Dan’s big dick, she believed the true purpose of it all was to create a child. With that in mind, Darla devised a program for checking Dan’s true effectiveness. She stocked up on at-home pregnancy check sticks. Following her regimen, Dan would visit on (most) Sundays, shooting as much spunk as he could inside Sherry. Then, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, Sherry would pee onto one of the sticks. Darla planned to just let her daughter keep fucking the pastor at least until she became pregnant. Then, she figured, it would be up to them if they wanted to keep going at each other.

She not-so-secretly hoped they would continue after Sherry got pregnant. Until then, she knew it would be wrong of her to try to get Dan’s dick inside her own quivering quim. It wasn’t a sure thing that Pastor Dan would even want to fuck her, since he didn’t seem like the kind of man to cheat on his wife. But she was absolutely going to try to join her daughter and Dan for some three-way fun as soon as the critical job of conception was complete.

So, this pattern continued for several months. Each Sunday, they would show up to church and attend services. If Sherry was bleeding, she and Dan would work around the church grounds. If not, they would go straight to Darla and Sherry’s forested cabin for a couple hours’ worth of sweaty plowing.

While he certainly found Sherry arousing, Dan had focused on the act of copulating with the lanky teen as one of duty. But once his eyes were opened to his place in God’s plan, he quickly began to approach these meetings with pleasure on his mind, only slightly edged out by the primary purpose of conception. He began to truly enjoy the time he was naked with Sherry, tutoring the eager teen. She proved to be a whip smart student.

He saw his envious position more clearly; With a young and fertile teen eager for his seed waiting at her home in the woods and his two favorite ladies in his own home – his wife and daughter. Both of whom seemed to crave his cream even more than Sherry.

One afternoon, Darla and Sherry walked all the way to town to deliver the good news to Dan.

When his secretary, Gloria, allowed them to enter Dan’s office, Sherry ran to him and jumped into his arms. She began to pepper his face with little kisses. “Thank yew, thank yew, thank yew, thank yew...”

“Well, hello there, Sherry. I’m happy to see you too”, Dan said, unsure of what was causing the teen’s behavior. “What brings you two to town on a Thursday?”

Darla held up two at-home pregnancy test sticks. They both showed blue ‘plus’ signs. “Yew did it, Pastor Dan! Sherry’s gonna have a baby!”

With Sherry’s arms and legs still hanging on and around Dan, Darla went to his side and kissed his cheek before she added her strong, lean arms to the hug. It only took a couple minutes before Dan felt like he was literally being strangled with kindness. He carefully disengaged from both ladies before leaning down to kiss Sherry briefly.

“This is great news, indeed!” Dan exclaimed. “We should give thanks.” They all knelt and held hands to offer praise to God for creating the life that Sherry would carry and raise. They asked Him to watch over mother and child.

Dan called Sarah to relay the good news, which was received with shrieks of joy. She immediately demanded that her husband invite Darla and Sherry to join them for dinner. Which he was happy to do.

As he left the church, Gloria gave him a warm, motherly hug and kissed his cheek, saying, “You’re doing good things for God. Praise His name!”

By the time Dan, Sherry and Darla made it across the parking lot to his house behind the church building, Sarah had donned a simple house dress and met them at the door. Hugging them both warmly, she welcomed the two ladies into the Saunders home.

“Izzy’s in her room, but she’ll be out in a minute. Sherry, do you know my daughter, Izzy?” Sarah asked.

“Yes ma’am. She’s one grade ahead o’ me at school” Sherry replied. “An’ I see ‘er at church all th’ time, o’ course.”

“Good!” Sarah answered. “I expect we’ll being seeing you more and more over the coming months and sure hope the two of you will be great friends.”

“Sarah, yew shore do keep a nice house”, Darla observed.

Sarah waved away the compliment before bringing everyone some iced tea. As they sat and chatted, Izzy entered the room and kissed her dad on the cheek before introducing herself to their guests. She and Sherry quickly hit it off, gossiping about teachers and boys while Sarah and Darla delved deeply into their own conversation about babies and pregnancy. Before long, Izzy asked, “Daddy, can I take Sherry to my room?”

“Sure, sweetie”, Dan replied.

“Don’t run off though, honey”, Sarah warned, “we’re gonna have supper in just a little while.”

“Okay, Momma.”

The two teens then left the boring adults to enjoy some girl talk of their own. Once in Izzy’s room, the conversation quickly turned to obvious questions.

“So”, Izzy started, “I overheard you guys talking. Are you really pregnant?”

Sherry beamed. “Yep! I’ve already had two positive tests ‘is week. Momma’s gonna take me t’ see th’ doctor t’moree, jus’ t’ be shore.”

“Wow! Congratulations!” Izzy offered a hug, which Shelly gladly accepted. “So ... who’s the dad?”

“Pastor Dan, o’ course”, Sherry replied. “Ever-body knows ‘at my Daddy died an’ I ya’ cain’t very well git preggers wi’ no dead fella.” Sherry laughed.

It took a few moments for Izzy’s brain to catch up. When it did, she asked, “Wait. You mean Dan? The pastor? Like ... Pastor Dan? My Daddy?”

“Uh-huh”, Sherry replied, still grinning.

“Wow...”, Izzy whispered. “I’ve heard some rumors and some stuff my mom and dad have said, but I didn’t think...”

“Yew ain’t mad, are ya’?” Sherry pled. “I know he’s yer Daddy an’ ya’ll ‘re prob’ly tryin’ t’ make yew a baby too. But I was jus’ doin’ what th’ church said is right. I promise, I didn’ mean t’ hurt nobody.”

Izzy seemed to ponder it all for just a few moments before she reached out and hugged Sherry again, calming her. “I’m not mad, Sherry. I’m a little jealous that you’ve been ... intimate with my Daddy already. But I’m not mad. Not at all. I promise.”

“Wait”, Sherry interjected, “yew mean t’ tell me yer Daddy ain’t tryin’ t’ put a baby inside yew yet? Oh no! Now I feel even worse.”

Izzy once again pulled the teary Sherry into an embrace to calm her. “Shush, shush, shush”, she whispered while patting her on the back. After a minute, she pulled back to look Sherry in the eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong, okay? I am the one that asked my Daddy to wait.”

Sherry looked at Izzy as if the busty teen had three heads on her shoulders. Full of confusion, she asked the obvious question, “Why on earth would yew do ‘at?”

“I mean...”, Izzy began. “I really want to have sex with him, believe me. I mean ... really. But he’s just so...”

“hee-uge”, Sherry finished the sentence.

Izzy nodded. “Yeah. I’m kinda scared of it, to be honest. I mean, Momma and Daddy let me watch them make love sometimes, so I’ve seen it plenty. And it makes me really ... um...”

“slippery”, Sherry once again completed her new friend’s thought.

“Yeah, that’s a good word for it. It makes me slippery, but at the same time, it looks so angry. I’m afraid it’s gonna rip me in half when he puts it in me. Wait a second! How did you get it inside?”

Sherry didn’t hesitate. “Th’ firs’ time I seen yer Daddy’s cock, it dang near scared me t’ death too! But I was already s’ slippery from waitin’ fer it t’ happen ‘at I didn’ let it slow me down none. I jus’ grabbed onto it wi’ both hands and jerked ‘til yer Daddy licked on m’ pussy an’ ‘en he said he was ready t’ put it in. He went real slow t’ start. An’ I mean t’ tell ya’, when he fin’lly got it all in me, WHOO! I ain’t never gonna ferget how good it felt, ‘specially ‘at firs’ time. Thang is, it’s been dang-near as good ever-time since then too. He’s jus’ s’ nice an’ handsome. Plus, he really knows how t’ make m’ pussy happy.”

“Slow down. He licked you?” Izzy asked, while trying to suppress a moan.

“He shore did. An’ he’s real good at it too. Even better’n my Momma”, Sherry answered.

“My mom lets me lick her, but she doesn’t want to lick me. She says it kinda grosses her out”, Izzy admitted before realizing her words might paint her mother in the wrong light. “Oh don’t get me wrong, we do lots of other stuff together. And it feels really good too, but she won’t lick me down there.”

“Hmm”, Sherry mused before shrugging, “well, if yew git t’ needin’ a good lickin’, I could hep ya’. I mean, we’re almos’ like fam’ly now anyways, right?”

Izzy’s eyes lit up. “Yes! Perfect! You’re like the sister I never had.”

Sherry nodded with glee. “An’ we can hep each other out sometimes too. Ya’ know ... by lovin’ on each other.” Sherry explained as if Izzy might not have understood the best part.

“Yep!” Izzy agreed.

“If yer Daddy wants t’ put ‘is dick inside ya’, yew really oughta try it”, Sherry advised. “It’s better’n anything. And I do mean ... any ... thing.”

“I...” Izzy suppressed another whimpering moan, just barely keeping the sound inside herself. “I’ll think about it some more.”

“Yew really oughta. Say”, Sherry’s mind switched gears, “d’yew thank my titties’ll git real big like yers when I’m all swole up wi’ th’ baby?”

Izzy looked down at her own chest briefly before taking a long gander at Sherry’s much more modest bust. “Maybe. You’re almost certainly gonna get bigger while your body gets ready to feed the baby. But I don’t know if you’ll have to deal with anything like these heavy beasts.” Izzy lifted and dropped her weighty melons once for illustrative purposes.

“Golly! I kinda wish my boobies’d git ‘at big.”

Izzy shook her head. “You say that, but trust me, it’s no picnic. My back hurts most days from lugging them around. And every guy I meet seems to forget that I’m a person, not just a set of knockers for him to play with. I’ve lost count of how many dudes I’ve kicked in the balls for trying to touch me.”

Sherry was pleased to have found more common ground with Izzy. “I kicked some fellas in the balls too! ‘Course, it was ‘cause they was makin’ fun o’ me fer not havin’ no boobs t’ speak of. So, I guess we’re like opposite ends o’ th’ same magnet, ‘r sump’n.”

They giggled and hugged again before Izzy heard her mom calling them to the table for supper.

The following week, Dan was sitting in his office when his wife called. “I’m inviting you to take me out to lunch somewhere”, she said with a laugh. “We don’t go out to eat very often and I thought it might be pleasant for just the two of us to get a nice meal together.”

As usual, she was right. Since Izzy’s birth, they had very rarely had a need or desire to eat outside their home. Even rarer was the occasion when Izzy wasn’t dining with them.

“That’s a great idea, honey”, Dan agreed. “I’ll be over in about 20 minutes. We can drive downtown and find a nice place.”

“I’ll be ready”, Sarah said and then the call ended.

They found a nice little cafe with outdoor seating. After ordering their food, they chatted for a while about what Dan was working on. “Do you remember me telling you about that project I was working on ... the one related to Charlene and Jeremy?”

Sarah nodded, “Of course. What did you find?”

“That’s the thing ... I’m stumped. Now, to be fair, I haven’t gone over every chapter and verse with a fine-tooth comb yet, but I can’t seem to make any real headway.”

“What about the story of Tamar?” Sarah asked.

“I thought of that. But in that case, she seduced her father-in-law. And though there are plenty of theologians who’ll tell you she acted righteously in doing so, I don’t think it will help us much with the deacons.”

“Why not?” Sarah wanted to know.

Their food arrived. Dan thanked the waiter and then he answered Sarah.

“You know how those guys are. In their eyes, any relationship is okay as long as someone involved is called ‘father’. Since Charlene is clearly the mother, this would only bolster their argument and tunnel vision, I’m afraid.”

“Hmm. I see your point”, Sarah replied while sneaking some French fries from Dan’s plate. “What about Ruth?”

“That kind of falls into the same ... wait a sec ... you might be onto something there”, Dan said. “When I get back to the office, I’m gonna do a re-read of the book of Ruth.”

“She’s mentioned in Matthew also”, Sarah reminded him.

“Good point”, he said. Then he shook his head and stood to round the cafe table so he could kiss his lovely wife. On the first attempt, he got a part of a French fry she was actively trying to get in her mouth. Giggling at each other, they tried again.

“What was that for?” Sarah asked.

“Our God is a good god”, Dan said.

“Amen. Now tell me why you kissed me just then.”

“He sent you to me, my dear. The most wonderful and wise woman I’ve ever known”, he answered her with a smile.

After two more days of research and prayer, Dan arranged a meeting in his own office with James, the longest-serving and senior deacon. He let James know the topic of the meeting and then assured him that it was fine to debate the subject, but only with Biblical arguments. Emotional arguments would not be permitted. James agreed.

Dan then laid out his case for Charlene and Jeremy’s union to be recognized as acceptable within the church community, based on the Book of Ruth. When James showed some uncertainty about the book’s contents, Dan suggested they read through it together.

“It’s only 4 chapters long, James. It won’t take us long to go through it.” Dan urged.

James agreed and they were able to quickly read through each chapter and verse. When they were done, Dan looked to James, hoping a light of recognition would be evident in him. When he saw only confusion, he chose a more direct approach.

“So, in the book of Ruth, one of the main lessons we learn is that human beings are built by God to naturally find and form family-type connections wherever they can be found.”

James nodded, “I can see that.”

Dan continued. “We also learned a few more things that I believe are relevant to Charlene and Jeremy’s situation. First, we know that Ruth became a widow at a relatively young age. Second, we know that she spent many years caring for other people before she was given another opportunity at marriage. Third, we know that she married Boaz – who was related to her dead husband – and they had a son together.”

James’ continued confusion still showed. “Okay. So?”

“So, in this book from the Holy Bible, the great-grandmother of King David has remarried a relative of her departed husband and they then make the baby that will become King David’s grandfather ... are you starting to see where I’m coming from?”

James still looked a little lost. “Maybe...?”

Dan sighed. “To me, this means that we, as Christians, should reach out to two people who want to be a part of our church. They have found a way to ease their own loneliness and loss while causing harm to no one, and obeying God’s directive of relationships. Namely, be fruitful and multiply. They’re now searching for a larger family, just as God designed us to do. Shouldn’t we welcome them back into the fold with open arms?”

James’ eyes showed that he was beginning to see Dan’s logic. He began to nod.

Dan added, “And if further convincing is needed, I can simply point you to Matthew 7:1.”

James briefly looked lost again, but quickly flipped to the scripture in question. “Judge not lest ye be judged.” He put the book down on a side table. “Well ... ain’t that a kick in the pants? It’s pretty simple when you lay it out like that, Dan. It’s not our job to judge their relationship, it’s God’s.”

“Right! And I’m not planning on trying to take His job anytime soon.” Dan laughed and James joined him.

“James”, Dan said, “I plan to make this the topic of my sermon this Sunday morning. Of course, I won’t mention Charlene or Jeremy by name. But if ... no when you get questions from the other deacons or their wives, I would really appreciate your support on this. Are we seeing the scripture in the same light?”

“We are, my friend”, James said while standing and offering his hand to shake.

The following Sunday morning, Dan delivered a sermon based on the topics he and James had discussed. In typical fashion, it was warmly received, and full comprehension within the church pews might have been as high as 25%, Dan thought. He felt it was a good start in the right direction.

One Thursday afternoon, about a month after Izzy’s 16th birthday, she approached her mother.

“Momma, I’ve been thinking and praying a lot about it and I’m ready to make a baby with Daddy.”

Sarah hugged her daughter closely as her eyes began to get misty. “Oh, honey! I’m so happy for you! It makes me so thrilled to know that this day has finally arrived. But I have to ask – do you really want a baby, or is this just your body telling you that it wants to have sex?”

“In a way, it’s both”, answered the teen, honestly. “I mean, you know I’ve wanted to touch Daddy and do other stuff with him for a while now, and a teeny-tiny part of me was looking forward to having a baby. But after getting to know Sherry, that little part of me has grown. Now, it’s like a need. I feel like I need to have a baby. Does that make sense, Momma?”

Sarah nodded. “Yes, sugar. It makes a lot of sense. That’s the way God made us. Women are built to desire having children and raising them, loving them and receiving love from them. And men are built to spread their seed with fertile women to make those children.

“So, you don’t think Daddy has to be faithful to your marriage?”

“He is being faithful, sugar, because he’s doing exactly what God designed him for. Our Heavenly Father even put a path in front of your Daddy to guide him in doing His work. Now, before your Daddy took over this church, I would have sworn on my own life that men and women were supposed to be monogamous until death. Since coming here, I’ve learned that the oath of devotion taken between a husband and wife is meant to be spiritual first. God’s design of the human body and the urges he gives us all ensure that there will always be plenty of new worshippers after we’re gone.”

“So, if God designed men to spread their seed, does that mean that women can also...” Izzy began.

“You don’t have to finish that sentence, honey”, Sarah interjected. “A woman should remain faithful and obedient to her husband unless he’s abusive or he shirks his responsibilities as a husband.”

“There are different rules for men and women, aren’t there?” Izzy asked.

“Well, sure there are. We all have our own part to play in God’s wonderous plan, sweetie.”

Izzy nodded. She’d heard variations of all that before, beginning in Sunday school. She still heard a slightly-more adult version of this same message in the church’s teen group meetings. In the cosmic outline put forth by our Creator, women were built to be caring, faithful, loving mothers and wives. Men were designed to be caring and loving to their wives, never giving her a reason to stray. If a married God-fearing man visits a God-fearing woman who is not his wife, he is only acting on God-designed urges. This is acceptable as long as he does not regularly do so. The underlying natural drive within us all encourages spreading God’s Word and increases the multitudes to worship Him. A good husband knows that only God’s love can outshine the love of a good, obedient wife, and he follows the path his Maker put in front of him accordingly.

After one such lecture, one of the other teens in the group commented, “My Momma says ‘at all ‘em words jus’ mean ‘at God says fellers cain’t jus’ go ‘round fuckin’ fer playzure. If all he wants is playzure, he’s s’posed t’ love on ‘is wife. But he can keep on tryin’ t’ put babies in a bunch o’ differn’t womenfolk, s’long as he loves ‘is wife truly an’ ferever.”

A few of the teens had tittered at that. But Izzy noticed the teacher nodding her head slowly. Apparently, the young hillbilly had nailed the gist of the lesson.

That evening, as Sarah and Dan lay in bed, she gave him the news about Izzy.

“She’s ready, honey. She came to me and said so herself. It’s time for you to offer yourself to our daughter in a carnal manner. Show her what it feels like to be a good wife.”

Dan’s member began to rise. His wife noticed.

“I thought that might get your attention”, Sarah chuckled. “But you’ll have to make do with me tonight, honey. I told Izzy that you and I would need to talk first. She understands.”

“So ... what exactly should happen next?” Dan needed to know. “I don’t mean the ‘how’. I mean, is there anything special I should do or say? Is she gonna come to me or should I go to her? Ya’ know ... those types of questions.”

“Tomorrow night, after dinner, she’s gonna join us in here”, Sarah began. “I hope you’re okay with me being in the room with the two of you, because I’ve already told her that it’s non-negotiable. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time and you’d have to fist fight me to keep me out.”

“That’s fine, honey. As long as you’re both okay with it.”

“Good. So, basically, she and I will switch places. She’s been watching us from the vanity chair. Tomorrow night, I’ll be sitting on that chair while she’s in our bed with you.”

Dan whimpered as his cock continued to thicken.

“You just be your normal, kind, loving self and everything will be fine, sugar”, Sarah kissed him before reaching down to grab his meat in one hand. She stroked him slowly while raising her torso up a bit to feed him one of her sensitive nipples. “I know I made you save up for a day before you went to see Sherry every week. But I know how much our Izzy turns you on. So, I’ve decided that I’m gonna get at a load out of you tonight and I’d bet my bottom dollar that you’ll have plenty more ready for Izzy’s little pussy by tomorrow night.”

Hearing those words, Dan grunted and began to send a fountain of spunk over Sarah’s hand, breasts and in her hair. As the salvos weakened, they hit his own chest and abs with little ‘splat’ sounds.

“Mhgnm...” Sarah purred, “looks like I’m gonna get two loads out of you tonight, ‘cause I need some inside me before you give Izzy her first dose.”

Even with Sarah’s caresses, Dan had to rest for a while before he could go again. Sarah’s continued comments about their daughter only served to ensure he would be ready for action again before long. As she felt him begin to rise again, she licked a large dollop of his previous load from his cock head before maneuvering herself into place to ride his quivering stalk. Her movements caused her heavy hangers slapped his face repeatedly, which he thoroughly enjoyed until he took one each hand and reveled in the act of slurping and nibbling on her shaking tit meat.

The following day crawled by much too slowly for Dan. He’d spent so many years berating himself with guilt over the notion of teaching Izzy how to please a man. Now that he’d mercifully been shown the light, the moment could not arrive soon enough.

After a day in the office where the clock seemed to move backwards occasionally, the workday finally ended. He locked up before making the walk from the church building to his home where his wife and daughter had prepared dinner and were waiting for him, slender, shaved and stacked, wearing only their birthday suits.