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“Ah. Interesting. I don’t think I ever fucked a virgin. You know what to do.” We got to the kitchen, and Carol sat up on the kitchen island and grabbed my cock again. “Good. Your tall enough for this. My short ass husband couldn’t get his dick above the counter.” She laid back on the island, pushing my head down as she did. “Lick me for a minute. I want to be nice and wet when you stretch my pussy.” Carol put her legs on my shoulders as I bent over to lick her already quite wet pussy. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked it into my mouth again, swirling my tongue all around her throbbing nub. “Fuck yeah. You just found my new favorite way to get eaten. Yeah. Don’t stop. Suck on my pussy.” My face was wet again, with her juices running down my chin and dripping onto the cold granite. I paused playing with her clit to lick up around her hole. I slid down and licked the wetness from her taint. She moaned and I lifted her hips a bit and ran my tongue over her nice clean butthole. She moaned again. “Ahhhhh! Bad boy! Save that for later. Fuck me now!”

“If God was angry at you, do you not think him capable of clearly telling you? You say you have dirtied your soul in the eyes of God, but that is because you feel that way, not because God appeared and told you. There are two errors that people make regarding their faith. The first is believing that they understand God, that God shares their values and thinks like they do. To think that you can know what God feels, wants, believes, and demands is the ultimate hubris, surpassed only by declaring yourself God.

“Oh Brucie! Wake up, Brucie!” I called, the big German Shepherd dozily raising his head from where he had been asleep on my bed. He liked my smell, so he'd pretty much claimed it as his, now that I was no longer sleeping there myself. “Play time, Brucie!” I said, widening the door so he could see I was naked, giving my pussy a few gentle slaps. That sure woke him up in a hurry! His claws kicked my blanket up behind him as he scrambled down to the floor, eagerly shoving his muzzle between my thighs and beginning to lick.