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Lisa Moeschen’s large, floppy boobs hung on each side of her skinny chest as she lied on her slender back watching Bob Fisher’s huge testicles descend to her mouth. She was twenty-five and had lost her virginity to Bob, a painter ten years her senior whom she said she loved, and did in a way, but really considered him little more than a man who licked her tender pussy for hours and who had an enormous cock and big, shaven balls she could feast on.

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He could hear them coming into the church. They were talking and laughing, turning on lights and pulling out chairs; they were getting ready to be good children of God. Well, most of them were. He eyed his telephone for the hundredth time in the past three days. His hand twitched to pick it up, and he nearly did. The laughter echoed through the darkened church again. Her laughter. He found himself standing and gathering the evening's lesson almost mechanically.

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She sat sullenly outside his office, kicking at the leg of the chair with the heel of her black loafer. She knew this was it. She was going to get expelled for sure, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She silently cursed her rotten luck. Just then the door opened. "He'll see you now," the voice said She looked up and saw the short, middle aged woman with soft gray hair smiling sympathetically at her and stood up to face her fate.

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