Later that day, Katy sat in church with the other moms, watching her twin children practicing their choir routine. She looked demure and proper, just like the other mothers gathered in the pews.
But in her mind, she knew she was practically the polar opposite of these women. Less than two hours ago, the married, thirty-five-year-old redheaded housewife had been in a public park, on a picnic table, being f****d by a horse-c****d black teenager.
The thought made her shudder in the pew. She could still feel the swelling of Dwayne's massive member as he repeatedly pummeled her married p***y with it. She was sore, there was no doubt about it. He'd given it a thorough pounding.
Katy nervously glanced around. Thank god no one could hear her thoughts.
Several days passed where Katy and Dwayne
