The preacher's naughty flock

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Gloria King was singing the church choir's new selection for Sunday when Joe's hand reached in behind the shower curtain and slid over her well-rounded ass. "Oh!" she squealed, turning around to face her grinning husband. "Joe, for heaven's sake! You scared me!"

Joe was still grinning when he reached for the faucet and shut it off. Then he lifted his wife in his arms, washrag and all, and carried her to the bedroom.

"Joe," Gloria protested, trying to sound stern. "We don't have time. I've got to be at the church at seven."

"There's plenty of time," Joe chuckled, depositing her on the bed. "You're all stripped and ready for action. I'm not going to sit around for three hours with my cock hard waiting for you to try to teach Luke Wellington's flock to sing."

"Oh, Joe…" Gloria protested weakly. Of course she wanted to get to choir practice on time but the sight of her husband's hard cock was enough to convince, her that it really wasn't necessary to be at the church on the dot of seven. The choir would start without her. If she objected now, Joe wouldn't stay home with his hard prick and wait for her. He'd go out and find some other woman who didn't have a time schedule. Keeping Joe home for the evening was much more important than arriving on time at the church.

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