She squirmed frantically, finally crying out, “Ooooh, Jesus!” and her cunt seemed to
gulp at the farmer’s finger. “Let Mama think.”
Marcella, hearing the approach of a vehicle along the back-country road, bent a bit
farther and elevated her hips. XXX It’s where the Lord wants me to settle. “Hellfire!” he finally said, and pulled his finger from her asshole with a sucking pop. Ain’t much of a town, though.”
“That’s all right. Our founder and pastor, Thaddeus Polk, sent me out in search of a site
for a new congregation. Standing next to him, Marcella bent forward also. The breeze stirred her auburn hair
against a cheek as she smiled almost bashfully.
