“I was, and yes Bradley knows about it. Indian sex Sue reached for Deana’s hand and held it tight as she spoke. Who was she kidding; Deana knew deep down that was never going to happen. Although she was never one to shove religion down someone’s throat. All she could remember was longing for the sweet words of passion spoken in whispers, a gentle caress, and any action that would’ve made her cum like hell. It’d do my ego a world of good.”
She opened the door, “Hello Sue, what brings you to this neck of the woods?”
“I was wondering how you were doing and if you needed a friend to talk to. She hoped Sue wouldn’t notice, found her voice and chose her words carefully. ‘Too bad she’s the preacher’s wife, I could use a romp with her in my bed. It was then that the two women decided to meet for lunch, dinner, or just a movie every two weeks. You can do better than him!” She winked and added, “Was he good in bed?” One thing about Sue, she never beat around the bush when she spoke. “Sue let me ask you a private question; you don’t have to answer it if you do not want to. We took turns talking about our kids, the weather, and church activities.