1. Church lady


    Date: 11/18/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: PornWriter1956, Source: sexstories.com

    Going Down on the Church Lady I have just returned from the early service at my local Episcopal Church. Nice people there, welcoming and although mostly white not at all uptight in that WASP-ish, traditional New England sort of way. A California native, I follow a path that, by the morals of even the Low Church types, most would me to be considered a lunatic and sexual deviant. That is, if anyone knew the type of man that I was -- a person continuously horny and always on the prowl for a conquest -- well. let us just say that most mothers would consider me to be a threat to the innocence and virginity of their daughters. Probably, this is true. But, in reality, I prefer women with greater maturity and depth, who bring to any encounter or relationship (sexual or otherwise) a philosophy based on that kind of practical experience one can only gain through multiple and varied erotic encounters. The service was sparsely attended, and I found myself four pews behind a well dress woman of about fifty or so -- somewhat on the short side -- I'd say about five feet or a little taller. Her brown hair was long, and straight, and hung plainly down her back to just below her shoulders. I took plenty of time admiring her backside -- a simple shape, not overly curvy, but with firm buttocks and hips draped in a simple dress. The weather was cold and wet, and she wore boots that reached to mid-calf. From her back, she appeared to be a prim, proper and well proportioned morsel. During the ...
    Peace, I saw her face -- open, welcoming, with a smile and softly brown eyes that were bright and engaging. Of the two women who were obviously single (or unattended at the service), she was by far the more appealing. And, I began to wonder ... We introduced ourselves to one another during the after-service coffee klatsch. Her name was Linda. Other particulars were soon revealed: She was a minister in training, attending the local seminary. Her home was just east of Pensacola, Florida, and she had been absent nearly a year now, and was living in some kind of campus housing with other divinity students. She was divorced with two adult children, and even a grandchild of four and a half years old. Also, though she did not overtly say this, she was lonely, but bravely hanging in there. Altogether, in just the few minutes we spend talking I found her to be engaging, attractive, and just interesting enough ...Many others were leaving the little break room at the back of the church, and I asked her if she'd like to walk with me to get some fresh air. She agreed, with a quickness of breath and a glint to her brown eyes that suggested promise ... just how much promise I was soon to find out! This particular church is encircled with a garden that is richly redolent of flowers, trees, and shrubs, with little bowers of vines here and there arching over rustic benches. More or less a Thomas Kinkaid sort of effect, but this was a poor parish with little money to spend on maintaining the ...
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