The juices in her mound gushed. Her body throbbed. She sucked her boy&rsquo;s erect heatedly, rubbing her fingers across her button and between her slithering cuntlips. Good God! She knew it was a sin. She knew it. But she couldn&rsquo;t cease with her boy&rsquo;s honey, unfermented body piercing her angle cried out for satisfaction.<br /><br />No man had ever eaten her quite so well or so thoroughly or had seemed to enjoy the feast quite so much.<br /><br />Marcella Plummer, first deaconess of the Church of Holy and Mysterious Revelation was on a mission to search of a site for a new congregation assigned by her pastor, Thaddeus Polk.<br /><br />In her series of somewhat fortunate events, she met a married middle-aged farmer who freely yanked hard on her spongy pillows and squeezed them, crushing her plushy, moist snatch against his mouth. He shamelessly sucked and tongued her tangy-tasting mound.