Message-ID: <28627asstr$980773805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010129061744.61169.qmail@web10306.mail.yahoo.com> From: One Gallus Subject: {ASSM} Holy Holly 2 (MF, swap, religion) Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2001 08:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: english, IceAltar __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Auctions - Buy the things you want at great prices. http://auctions.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "Holy Holly 2.txt" begin> HOLY HOLLY By One Gallus Part 2 The next day, I called my accountant. I talked with him about the Forester's proposal and ask him if he would look into it. "How big will this investment be?" he asked. "Mmm, probably around $200,000, maybe more." "Fax me the papers and I'll look it over. It might be a week before I get back to you." "That's fine." I faxed the papers Holly had left with me. Then I fell into my class preparation for the next day. On Wednesday afternoon, Edwin Forester called me. "Ralph, Holly and I are driving down to Cincinnati on Friday afternoon. We have a conference with the Religious Broadcasters Association. I'm one of the speakers on Saturday. Several potential investors will be there. You could talk to them, if you wish. I'd like for you and Barbara to attend with us." "Well, I'll have to talk to Barb," I said. "That'll be fine. Ralph, please don't take this as high pressure. It's just a part of what we all do to orient our investors." "I understand. I'll speak with Barb and we'll let you know. "OK. If you decide to go, tell Barbara to let me know tonight at church. I need to make reservations." "Will do." I put down the phone and sat down. Again I pondered. Am I being courted for my investment? Yes, I thought, I am. But that would not be so unusual. Certainly corporations would lobby me for a six- figure investment. Likely, the Foresters think they can get more. Sure, it's a natural thing. Besides, I want to go to Cincinnati with them and being close to the plain-faced woman with the crook in her nose was not the least of my motivations. Barb came in an hour later. She worked a part time job at a religious book store in the mall, working odd hours. But since was Wednesday evening, a church night for her, she was early. We usually ate out at an inexpensive restaurant on Wednesdays, so within the hour, we found ourselves sitting across from one another at the closest Bob Evans Restaurant. We had just ordered, of all things, a country breakfast at six-thirty in the evening. As the waitress turned away with our order, Barbara spoke, "Ralph, something came up that I'd like to do, but I'm not sure how you'll feel about it." "Yes?" "Well, Holly came into the bookstore today. She spent a good deal of time with me talking about. Well, you know, about our sessions together." "Indeed I do!" I smiled. She reached across the table and took my hand. She looked quite pretty tonight. For a woman in her forties with a grown daughter away at college, Barbara had kept herself trim, effortlessly. She had always been thin, and the latter years had been kind to her, fleshing out the gaunt angles rather than adding excess. I looked down at her hand and noticed her long fingers with the deep burnt orange- colored nails. The skin was slightly mottled and possessed that slight sheen that it didn't have in her younger years but she was still very much a vital woman. The discovery Holly had helped her make of her hidden sexuality boded well for our future. She turned my hand over and began to rub the palm with her thumb as she talked. "Well," she said, "Holly mentioned that she and Edwin were going to Cinci on Friday afternoon for a convention of religious broadcasters. She said they go every year and that it would be a nice trip for us. She said you might get a better idea of how religious broadcasting works. Edwin speaks on Saturday, but other than that, it can just be a nice outing for us." I noticed two things. Barbara spoke of "Edwin" and not of "Brother Forester." Also, I noticed that we had been double- teamed. Still, given the amount of potential capital involved, I shouldn't be surprised that they were courting us. I sat looking at her thumb, rotating in my palm. "I don't know," I said, as if I would possibly nix it. "I mean," she said quietly, "I don't want you to think I'm putting pressure on you to get you into the church, or anything. You know, I've always felt that was a personal decision between you and the Lord." "Well Barb," I said, putting on a doubtful frown, "doesn't it seem to you we're getting awfully involved socially with the Foresters?" "Maybe. But I think this has to do with the investment thing, mostly. But, is that all bad, darling, you know, getting socially involved with them?" "No, I suppose not. We've had other people over from the church." "Ralph, did you know that Edwin was called to the ministry when he was only twelve years old?" she smiled in wonderment. "Really, how did you find that out?" "Holly told me. They met at Oral Roberts University. He had already been preaching for six years when he entered his freshman year." Her eyes were bright as she spoke. "Oh, I guess that explains the twang in Holly's voice," I said. "Yes, he's from Canton, Ohio, she's from Oklahoma City." "Wow! A culture clash!" I said, chuckling. "Holly told me she was a year older," said Barb. "Really?" "She was in her sophomore year when he began. She was a business major." "I'll bet." "I'll tell you a secret if you won't tell anyone," she said. I looked into her oval face. Everything about her was autumn; from her wavy brown hair, cut short and swept up, to her skin color. Her hazel eyes sparkled conspiratorially. "Tell me, baby, I love secrets." I said. "She seduced Edwin," she giggled. "Really?" "Yes! They were assigned to canvas a neighborhood just before an Oral Roberts Revival. They worked hard the first day. On the second day, she took him to the Red Roof Inn!" She giggled again and moved her other thumb into my palm. "Didn't that bother them, I mean, being so religious and all?" I asked. "It didn't seemed to. Holly said it was the Lord working to move them together, to make them a team. She said the Lord could bring good things out of bad things, just turn them inside out. She said thousands of souls have been saved because she took that eighteen-year-old boy to bed. They sneaked around for three years and finally married!" Her face was aglow with excitement. "And what do you think about that?" "Well, the Lord moves in mysterious ways!" she said, her eyes on our hands. After all, they did get married!" she smiled, glancing up at me, and then looking down again. I knew this did not square with Barbara's original code of behavior. Since her sessions with Holly, she was cutting a lot of slack here. In our own case Barb had insisted on retaining her virginity until our wedding night. I had pressed her sorely, even had my fingers in her pubic hair on one occasion, but she resisted and pulled me away. "It looks like you and Holly are almost best friends." "Yes, it does doesn't it?" she said, finally holding my eyes. "We can talk to each other about everything! I've never had a friend like that before." "Well, I must admit, you do seem to be a happier person since you met her." Just then, the waitress set down our meal of sausage, gravy, eggs, biscuits and American fries. We ate hungrily. Afterward, we walked, hand in hand, to the car. She said, "You never said what you thought about the weekend outing." "Sounds fine to me, babe, if you want to do it." Tell'em we'll plan on it, but I don't want to ride with them. We may want to leave before they do. Tell'em we'll drive our own car." Edwin had booked a suite of three rooms at the Marriotte Hotel, just off Interstate 75. There were two large bedrooms and baths, with a living room separating the two. It was furnished elegantly, with tasteful Old World prints on the walls and a large folding screen with European peasant scenes painted on it. With my schoolteacher's mentality, I thought it all rather extravagant. However, as we sat in the living room across the coffee table from each other, on our own matching couches, Edwin explained. "The broadcasters are taking care of our rooms. They do this every year for the keynote speaker." "But we're extra, I want to pay my part," I volunteered. "Oh no! They always provide a room for interested people from our church. You are covered, don't worry about a thing!" I had noticed that Edwin had simply signed the check for the sumptuous steak dinner we had enjoyed in the hotel restaurant. I offered my credit card, but he declined, saying, "Oh no! You're covered, you're covered!" The ladies both had gone into the Forester's room. And we could hear them giggling like schoolgirls through the door. I knew such elegance was novel to Barb and I was glad she could experience this diversion for a weekend. I thought about the thousands of dollars that were being spent. Yet, Forester had brought thousands of dollars into the coffers of these broadcasters. He would probably bring more. I supposed it was a fair exchange, the American way of business. "Do we need to meet some people tonight?" I inquired. "Ummm, not really." Forester said. "They're displaying their exhibits at the convention center tonight. My work will primarily be tomorrow at eleven when I give my speech. We can meet some investors afterward. No, we'll stay right here tonight. I think Holly has something special planned for us anyway." I was not surprised that Holly had planned a surprise. I had found out personally that she was full of them. A moment later, the two women came out of the Foresters' bedroom. They were each dressed, almost identically, in a strange overly long robe. It was made of a neutral colored cotton material. I would have said it was woven coarsely, like burlap, but when I touched the outsized sleeve of Barbara's robe, it felt quite soft. Large soft cloths were draped over their shoulders, like shawls. Barb's was a rust color and Holly's was a dark blue. They were both barefoot, their robes not quite covering their feet. Barb's burnt orange toenails contrasted with Holly's colorless nails. Barb seemed a little shy, almost embarrassed. Holly moved with confidence and verve. The women came to stand side by side between Edwin and I. Barb stood close to me, and Holly was near Edwin. Holly cleared her throat and said, "Tonight I want us to mark our friendship with a ritual. But first, Barbara and I must prepare the room. In your bedrooms, gentlemen, is your own attire for the night. Please remove everything on your person. Then you must wash your whole body. Then you must dress in the hand- sewn garments we have supplied to you. Do you agree sister?" she asked, turning to Barbara. "I agree," said Barbara nervously. "Now, when you return, gentlemen, seat yourselves exactly where you are now. Do you accept this offer of the Grace of Friendship?" Edwin looked at me and grinned, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I do." Well, I reasoned, Holly had not disappointed me thus far. So I said, "I do." In the bedroom I found a robe, very much like the robes the women were wearing, folded and laid on the bed. I pulled my clothes off and showered in the bathroom, dried and came back to my room. I opened my suitcase and absently picked out a tee shirt and boxer shorts, which I slipped on. I put the robe on over them and tied the belt at the waist. Then I remembered the restriction, "Dress in the hand sewn garments we have supplied you." I removed the robe, stripped naked and seeing no hand-sewn underwear, put the robe over my bare skin. In the floor, by the bed were sandals. They were not the bulky sandals of today, but a mere concoction of leather soles with straps front and back and rawhide cords to tie them on. I put them on and looked into the full-length mirror on the back of the door. I looked like Charlton Heston's Moses from the neck down. I glanced at my watch on the dresser top. I had been in the bedroom for over fifteen minutes. I turned out the light and cracked open the door. The living room was very dim. A kind of new age choral music filled the room but was barely audible. Otherwise there was silence. I saw nothing of the women. I made my way to the couch and sat down on the middle cushion, I could sense that the couches had been pushed back from one another a bit. The coffee table had been moved to the side, along a wall and quite a number of candles flickered on it. Edwin came through his doorway. He sat, and we waited for almost five minutes. I followed his example and did not speak. Then came a rustle and I knew the women were on the move. They came out from behind the painted screen carrying large buckets. As Barbara neared me she knelt and sat her bucket down in front of me, I could see it was made of thick wood and banded with metal rings, like an old- fashion oaken bucket, but twice as large and not quite as high. Barbara waited for Holly to stand, and when she did, they moved together, back behind the screen. They made two more trips and each time they carried with them a covered wooden vessel, which they placed before each of us, kneeling each time. They had not spoken a word. They both stood and brought the large colored cloths up over their heads. Each was draped in such a way that it resembled a nun's habit. Holly spoke, "Some of churches still practice in their services part of what we are about to do tonight, but we have never done so in our independent congregations. Our tradition is that it was not a church ordinance, but an act of hospitality and a symbol of humility and token friendship. My own family in Oklahoma practices this ritual among its members, even today. When a new, true friend comes into the family circle, he is welcomed with this ritual. For us to welcome you this way, Ralph and Barbara, is a sincere emblem of friendship and shows our open hearts of love to you." The two women then turned to face each other. "Now, I ask you, my sister, do you accept this gesture of love and friendship?" "I do," said Barbara, almost in a whisper. At that moment, I felt just a little silly and very much self-conscious. However, in the spirit of good sportsmanship, I was willing to acquiesce for my wife's sake and for the sake of my burning curiosity about what Holly was up to. Then both women, who had been facing each other turned back toward us and knelt. On their hands and knees, each slowly approached her husband. Barbara bent over my right foot and removed my sandal. Then she slid the large bucket up to me and placed my foot inside. I looked across to the other couch and realized that Holly was doing the same with Edwin. As I lowered my foot, I felt lukewarm water in the bottom. Then Barbara retrieved another smaller wooden container and poured a few drops of some sort of oil into the water. She pulled back the sleeves of her robe, baring her arms, and grasped my foot with both hands. Then with her hands moving slowly in the oil and water, my wife washed my foot. She washed the other one as well. The sensation was wonderful and the ritual far too brief. Then she removed the cloth from her head, and dried each foot and draped the cloth back over her head. She replaced the covers on the vessels and backed away, then knelt again, waiting for Holly. Holly then backed into her position by Barbara. Both women assumed the pose of prayer, with their heads bowed. Holly spoke again: "Once, a great leader was once invited into a man's home. But this common token of humility and friendship, which we here observe, was not offered to him. However, a woman, who was an adulteress, came to him. She came with a vessel of precious ointment. She opened it and poured it on his feet and washed his feet with her hair. She kissed his feet as she washed them. Thus she made him her friend for life. The leader said to her, `Your sins are forgiven.' And now, O men, we two women are sinners also. We have nothing to bring to you but ourselves, and our desire to make you our friends. For what ever offenses we have committed against you, we ask your forgiveness." I sat transfixed at the beauty of the ritual, and now, at its strange twist. Then she spoke her final words, "Do you grant this sincere petition? Edwin?" "I do." "Ralph?" The feeling of being manipulated passed over me but I said, "I do." Then, to my surprise, both women kissed each other on the lips. Looking directly at Barbara, Holly said, "And now I ask you again, my sister, do you embrace this ritual of love and friendship with me? Very plainly I heard my wife take a deep breath, as if she were going to dive into a deep pool of water. Then, barely above a whisper she said, "I do." I had presumed that just here, Holly would utter a "whereas" speech and declare us all friends for life and that would be the end of the ritual. However, Holly bent again to her hands and knees. She slowly crossed in front of Barb heading toward me. Then I watched as Barbara went on her hands and knees to Edwin. Well, I thought, just like Holly to get a little touchy feely. Frankly, till Barbara had washed my feet, I had not realized how sensuous such an experience could be. I sat anticipating the feel of this woman's fingers on my feet, when it occurred to me that similar vibrations had to be dancing around in Edwin's loins as well. A sensation I can only describe as "oddness" swept through my body and my heart began to pound. Holly looked up at me through the dimness where she knelt and smiled. She lifted the hem of my robe and folded it back to my knees. Then she spread the blue cloth in front of me, lifting each of my feet and arranging the cloth under them. Then from the folds of her robe she took a small red lacquered bottle. She removed the cork from its long neck, and took one of my feet in her hand. Then she poured the oil over the top of my foot, and a wonderful herbal aroma rose in the room. I felt the thick oil slowly creep down the top of my foot and into the crevices between my toes. Then Holly sat the bottle aside and began to massage my foot with both her hands. She ran a slick finger between each toe. Then she stooped low and kissed the toes. Holly looked up and me and smiled, her lips shining with the oil. I sat open-mouthed and breathing hard. Then Holly stooped again, this time pulling her hair forward and rubbing it against my foot. Then she showered it with kisses it again. She poured oil into her hand, then lifted the foot so the sole was at eye level with her lowered head, and rubbed the oil onto my sole. Then she washed the sole with her hair. Each movement was deliberate, flowing into the next. It was a true ritual, not a spontaneous game. Then she began licking my foot, and kissing it. By now, I was caught up in the sensuality of the whole scene. I knew what was going on across the room, and realized that Holly had somehow instructed my wife in this whole ceremony but by then I either didn't care, or could not then bring myself to look at what she was doing with another man. My heart was thudding even louder as Holly started on the other foot, repeating the same ritual. Her tongue darted between my toes then her mouth engulfed my toes, sucking them lazily and slowly. At the same time she ran her hands up the length of my calf, massaging as she went. Now she lay both my feet down and began massaging up my calves, finally kneading my lower thighs, just above the knee. I shielded a considerable erection with my hands over the robe, pressing down. Holly smiled at me again and said, "Ralph, Edwin has refused to take offense against me during this ritual. Do you also refused to take offense against your wife?" She spread open my robe, which gaped all the way up to my hand, which was clamped over my penis. I took a deep breath, wanting Holly to continue. "I already said I would, Holly." My voice was shaking. "But if you cannot, I will end the ritual now. I can stop it, and I will stop it!" she whispered in a husky voice. Her hands had stopped their movement and rested on my thighs. I looked over at my wife. She was massaging Edwin's leg. She bent low and with a flicking tongue, licked the length of his calf, from the foot to the knee. The naked soles of Barbara's white narrow feet caught what little light was flickering in the room. As she licked his leg, her toes contracted, then relaxed themselves. Her robe-covered ass was twitching with each stroke of her tongue. "But Holly," I said looking at her, "Is this all right with Barbara?" I asked. "She has already pledged to refuse offense, you heard her. But, Ralph, does she look as though this is not all right with her?" "No," I said in resignation. "She is enjoying your husband," "As I am enjoying her husband," she said. "You are my friend and I love you. Edwin loves you. Can you bring yourself to return that love?" "God, I want to, Holly." "Then, you don't want me to end it? She'll do whatever I tell her." "No, don't stop it, Holly." "Move your hand." I moved my hands to my sides and Holly opened my robe, untying the belt. My cock was as hard and long as it ever had been in my youth. "Oh my, Ralph! You are beautiful to me." She spread my legs, moved in close and lowered her head over my penis, enclosing me in her sensuous wet mouth. "Ummm" she cooed as she bobbed her red curly head. My eyes drifted again to my wife and her pastor. Barbara had learned fellatio well on Holly's thumb and then my cock. Now she was using her expertise on someone else. Edwin's head was thrown back and at an angle. He was in some kind of heaven of his own, just as I was. Holly pulled at my hips, and I slid forward in response. She lifted my balls and licked them, sucking each one into her mouth in turn. I had the feeling now that I might be getting something that Barb had not yet learned to do. Then Holly pushed my scrotum all the way up against me and rooted around the area between it and my rectum. When her tongue entered my anus, I sighed. I looked again across the room and saw my naked wife's legs splayed out over Edwin. With my eyes, I traced the vertebrae that showed through the skin of her back and remembered its feel when I ran my fingers along her spine. Edwin's hands were cupped on either cheek of Barbara's ass. I could see his penis glistening as she pulled up from him, then watched it disappear as she buried him again, deep into her body. Holly's face turned up toward me again, smiling. She held my cock to her cheek rubbing its moisture there. She took a great breath and exhaled. Then she turned to look across the room. "Ohhh, Ralph, I want to watch this with you!" At first, I was a bit disappointed, thinking she was going to leave my penis unattended to sit beside me and watch the spectacle. Instead, she stood in front of me and disrobed. She characteristically cocked her head to the side and puckered her lips, striking a pose. I could see the patch of red at her center in the candlelight. "You are lovely Holly, absolutely lovely." "Here I come baby," she said, "taking the plunge!" She turned around, backed up, and jutted her ass close to my face in a slow gyration. I marveled at the naked beauty of her wide hips and plump bottom. Then she spread open her crevice and descended on my cock, inserting it an inch into her pussy. She moved in a slow rotation, then drove herself down, directly over me. A loud sigh escaped her lips. Then as she raised her body to fuck, the heat and wetness of her pussy sucked at me. This movement she repeated rapidly several times, then she slowed. I looked to see her gazing at her husband who was now moaning and stabbing himself upward, into my wife. "Yes, baby, go! Go Barb!" Holly cheered in a hoarse voice. Barb turned her eyes toward us, and smiled, then turned back to her pleasure. As we watched them, I could hear Holly, under her breath utter, "Fuck, Edwin! Fuck her, baby!" Then she watched in silence, except for her labored breathing. However, she never stopped squirming on my cock. Inside her, I felt some kind of fleshy nub bumping against me as she rotated and pressed. My palm played first at her navel, then at hr pubis. Barb and Edwin's movements increased. Barb gripped the back of their couch and pounded away, strengthening her impact each time. Then I heard my wife grunt in sharp ecstasy, "Uh! Uh! Uh!" each "Uh" punctuated by a thrust of her hips. Then finally came a long sustained "Ahhhhhh," from somewhere deep inside her. Almost immediately, Edwin fell into a furious assault, hammering Barbara with lunges from below. "Oh God, help me!" he called out, then he arched his quivering body and uttered something guttural and unintelligible. He held himself there for a moment, then lowered himself from Barbara's body, and she collapsed on him, panting loudly. While we had been watching our mates, Holly was content to pivot her plump ass slowly, helping my penis feel each wet, velvety inch of her vagina. I loved the strange broad press of naked ass against my lap and belly, a marked change from Barbara's narrow hips. Now Holly came off me, turned around and put her lips to my ear. "Lay down in the floor, Ralph, let's show them how to do it." I obeyed and watched in wonder a second time the spectacle of Holly's red pussy descending on my cock, this time from the front. She folded her knees under her, enabling her ass to literally bounce against me as she began to thrust. I turned my head to the side and saw that Barb was now leaning against Edwin's chest, relaxing and watching, trance-like. Her hand held Edwin's shrunken cock and she stroked it slowly. I held Barbara's eyes as Holly increased her fervor and my pelvis began to meet hers in hard collisions. My semen gathered quickly then, and launched itself up into the belly of the other man's wife leaving utter pleasure in its wake. I must have roared as Holly kept on beating against me, close to her own orgasm. Finally, before I could bring my own groans to an end, Holly erupted with a muffled scream. Then she sat up and ground her ass into me and threw her head back and sobbed, "God in heaven! God in heaven! It's so good!" My hands went to her breasts and massaged them until her breathing evened out. She unfolded her legs, sat on my belly and leaned back on my flexed legs and relaxed. Our couplings broke up in silence. Each man put an arm around his own wife and each couple went to their own room. In our large shower, both Barb and I stood in each other's arms, letting the hot water engulf us. We remained silent, but we kissed and fondled constantly, washing each other all over. We slept chest to chest that night, feeling each other's breath on our faces. In the dark morning hours, the embrace loosened. Now, as dawn broke, I found myself on my back and Barbara on her side. Her head was on my shoulder. A breast pressed against my chest, her leg was flexing across my hips, moving against my penis. I turned to her. "How do you feel?" "I feel wonderful, how do you feel?" "Fine. What do you think?" "What do you mean?" she asked. "Could you do it again? In the future, with them, I mean?" "I think so, but not too soon." "What do you think about this. this ritual?" I asked. "I think it was a sex game," she said. "For you?" "And for her and Edwin, and probably for you too, right?" "Yes. Did you like it?" "Yes, did you?" "Yes." We lay and thought. "How will you feel about going to church now, seeing and hearing them every Sunday?" I asked. "I'm not going anymore." "Really?" "Yes, I can see now what they really are, what they really want." She was silent a moment. I think I'll just be like you." "Really? Like me?" "Yes," she said, hugging me and lightly kissing my cheek. Another minute passed in silence. "Barb?" "Yes." "Did you really learn to suck cock on her thumb?" "Yes!" she giggled softly, "How did you know?" "She told me." Barb raised herself on her elbow. "When?" "Uhhh, last Wednesday, in her office." "Ralph," she said punching me in the ribs, "Had you fucked her already?" "I did not! Had you already fucked Edwin?" "No, but I came close." "Really, when?" "Well first, you know that night he was helping me in the kitchen? "Yes?" "Well, he kissed me several times and felt me up. He even had his penis out and made me play with him." "Really?" She hesitated. "No, that's not completely true. He really didn't have to make me," she grinned. "But the close time came before, when Holly was coaching me. I was alone with her and she had me on my knees front of her. She'd slid forward on her couch and had her fist on top of her. on top of her pussy, and I was sucking on her thumb." She giggled. "Gee, it seems hilarious when I talk about it!" "Yeah, but it must have been exciting." "Yes it was. She was moving her fist around on her pussy, getting pretty worked up," said Barb. "Yeah?" "And I was getting worked up too." "I can understand that." "Well, all of a sudden, she jerked her thumb from my mouth and pushed my face down into her pussy." Barb laughed again. "Really?" "Yes! Well, she still had her panties on and I had my mouth on them." "Yeah?" "Then she said, `Wait Barb,' and made me lean back. Then she pulled her panties off." "What did you do then?" "I sucked her off!" she said, leaning on her elbow and squeezing my hardening cock. "She came over and over! That's the reason I wanted you to suck me off that day!" But, what's this about almost fucking Edwin?" "Oh! He barged in on us!" "Yeah?" "Yes! Holly had already come once, and we were already going at it again. Suddenly he just walked in! I was startled and tried to get up. Holly pulled me back and said, `Don't you dare stop now!'" "Yeah?" "Well, I went back to doing what I was doing and Edwin just stood there watching." "Yes?" "Then I got lost in her pussy again and I forgot all about him. Before I knew it, Edwin was at my ass, lifting my skirt. Then I felt his penis against me, and I jumped." "You did?" "Yes, it startled Holly too and she said, `Not now Edwin, not now!'" "Yeah?" "Well, he left the room and I finished up Holly." "So she liked it?" "So much so I couldn't wait for you to do it to me!" I kissed her. "Well, how did you like doing it to her?" "I loved it! You should try it some time," she said. "Humm, maybe I will. Why didn't you let her do you?" Barbara though a moment. "I don't know, why don't I try it sometime?" We laughed. "But, you know," I said, "if you quit their church, they may not want to continue the friendship." "Fuck'em then," she said, grinning. I laughed to hear Barbara say that. "Right, fuck'em!" I seconded. "What are you gonna do about the investment?" "I'm not going to invest anything." She grinned and cocked her head, "Really?" "Oh, I don't know," I said, "How much do you think this week-end cost?" "Beats me, six or eight hundred dollars? But they didn't pay it." "I know, but I enjoyed it, didn't you?" "Yes," she smiled. "And, let's face it, Barb, Holly did help us, didn't she?" "Yes!" she said, and kissed me again. "I love you sweetheart, I'm so happy you're happy!" "Likewise, babe. I crossed my hands behind my head. "But how much has all this been worth?" "It's priceless!" "That's true. To us, it's priceless." "To them?" she asked. "Who knows?" I said. "It was a game, just like you said." "I'll be happy with whatever you decide, darling," she said, "But, don't forget, they won't be getting our tithe anymore." "Let's go home," I said. "Let's go." We packed and tiptoed through the living room. They had left their bedroom door open and we could see Holly in bed, on her stomach, her ass smiling in the morning light. Barb and I grinned at each other. By the door, there was a lamp table. On it I noticed a file folder with a Bible resting on top of it. I opened the Bible and slipped a folded sheet of hotel stationary between its pages. On the sheet I had written this note: "Dear friends. Thanks for a wonderful time. Sorry, there will be no investment. However, please accept this donation and our gratitude for your friendship." Inside the folded note I had placed a check for five thousand dollars. Barbara and I were back in Toledo in five hours. 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