Mature Ladies At Church

Not an atheist myself, but as the joke goes the the worst part of being an atheist is no body to call out to when you’re having an orgasm
 
You'll have to share any lust-inspiring sights you saw at church, guys and ladies.
 
Here's hoping some of you get a pleasant eye full at church tomorrow.
 
Ladies, did you dress to tease at church today? Men, what did you see that you weren't supposed to see or expecting to see at church?
 
Ladies, did you dress to tease at church today? Men, what did you see that you weren't supposed to see or expecting to see at church?

I saw my neighbors erect nipple through her sweater.
And her husbands hard-on...as he stared at his wife.
Hopefully someone spotted my excitement as I stared at my neighbors.
 
I saw my neighbors erect nipple through her sweater.
And her husbands hard-on...as he stared at his wife.
Hopefully someone spotted my excitement as I stared at my neighbors.

Too bad they didn't notice it and invite you home with them. ;)
 
I've said it before on a thread but I'll say it again....gave a blow job in the church kitchen🤫 ☺. Guess I might be one of the mature ladies at church. An inexperienced lady wouldn't behave that way. 😋😋😋😎
 
Around ten years ago I lived close to a beautiful big church that had the most glorious grounds. I never went to church, it's not something I've ever felt the need for but whenever I could I'd help out with tending the gardens. Most of the congregation were quite old, very few families, mostly older couples.

I worked in IT at the time and was always being asked if I could help some of them with their tech and I was always happy to.

One day I was given a name and number of an infrequent member of the congregation who'd heard about me helping. I'd never met her, arranged a time and went to look at her desktop that she'd been having problems with.

She was so extraordinarily tall and probably mid-late fifties so much younger than most of the church. She was a little blunt and not particularly polite so I didn't exactly warm to her, particularly when I was giving up my time to help. She ended up needing a new modem so the next day I returned with a new one. I fixed everything and while she was out of the room I went online to check all was okay and her browser opened with several tabs of porn from her previous session. They were all anal videos and I couldn't close it quick enough when she returned.

She laughed and changed her attitude towards me, became chatty and personable and she ended up telling me she'd never had an opportunity to try it, was curious and wanted to 'research'.
A gin and tonic, half an hour of increasingly explicit conversation and a jar of coconut oil later she was swearing and thrashing around beneath me. I saw her every day for the next week and the next time I worked in the church garden I got a few comments about how she'd told everyone how pleased she was with my help.
 
Around ten years ago I lived close to a beautiful big church that had the most glorious grounds. I never went to church, it's not something I've ever felt the need for but whenever I could I'd help out with tending the gardens. Most of the congregation were quite old, very few families, mostly older couples.

I worked in IT at the time and was always being asked if I could help some of them with their tech and I was always happy to.

One day I was given a name and number of an infrequent member of the congregation who'd heard about me helping. I'd never met her, arranged a time and went to look at her desktop that she'd been having problems with.

She was so extraordinarily tall and probably mid-late fifties so much younger than most of the church. She was a little blunt and not particularly polite so I didn't exactly warm to her, particularly when I was giving up my time to help. She ended up needing a new modem so the next day I returned with a new one. I fixed everything and while she was out of the room I went online to check all was okay and her browser opened with several tabs of porn from her previous session. They were all anal videos and I couldn't close it quick enough when she returned.

She laughed and changed her attitude towards me, became chatty and personable and she ended up telling me she'd never had an opportunity to try it, was curious and wanted to 'research'.
A gin and tonic, half an hour of increasingly explicit conversation and a jar of coconut oil later she was swearing and thrashing around beneath me. I saw her every day for the next week and the next time I worked in the church garden I got a few comments about how she'd told everyone how pleased she was with my help.

Did you ever "help" the lady again...with her computer?
 
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