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  Dee rode him faster and faster so he could hurry up and bust a nut. Deacon Watkins was in love. He couldn’t believe his luck. He called and texted plenty of women in the church; he was looking for a wife and here he was with Delilah Harlot; one of the most beautiful women in the church.

  Deacon looked at Dee’s butt bounce up and down on his 57 year old dick. He was trying not to cum but he couldn’t help it. Dee felt so good and he was enjoying himself. He couldn’t wait for his doctor’s appointment to get those little blue pills.

  Deacon Watkin’s busted his nut.

  “Chee Chee Chee Chee Chee.” Deacon Watkins screamed.

  What the hell? Dee never bothered undressing when she was with him. She just hiked her skirt or dress up and either rode him cowgirl style or let him hit doggy. She did not want to look at his old ass.

  Thankful he finally came, Dee got up and sat in the chair across from him. “What’s wrong, Delilah?”

  “Didn’t I tell you to call me Dee?”

  “Oh, I’m sorry baby.”

  Dee rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.

  “Are you coming to the funergral tomorrow?

  “The what?”

  “The funergral? For Deacon Shaw’s wife.”

  “The funeral?” Dee snapped.

  “That’s what I said, funergral.”

  “Jesus!” Dee got up and grabbed her purse.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing Denard, I’m just tired.” Dee could not believe that she was wasting her good ass pussy on the slow as hell, non-talking, bike riding, and slow train ass riding old man. She needed to get home and wash him off of her, ASAP.

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  On her way home Dee stopped at the gas station. She swiped her card and pumped her gas. As she was pumping her gas she saw Pastor Blanks pull up to the next pump. Dee bent over more so that her short dress would ride up more on her ass.

  Edwin Blanks got out of his ride to pump his gas. A fat ass caught his eye in a short dress. Damn, he wished he could get a piece of that. Dee felt eyes on her ass and she wiggled as she shook the excess gas from the pump. Edwin licked his lips as he watched.

  Dee turned around to put the gas pump back. She looked back to make sure he was still watching.

  “Oh, hey Pastor Blanks, it’s me, Dee. Dee Harlot.” Dee waved. Damn Edwin Blanks was sexy as hell.

  “Hello Dee.” Edwin smiled and did the LL Cool J thing and licked his lips again.

  Dee took that as a sign and walked over to him.

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  Edwin made plans for meeting Dee at the hotel. The Harlot sisters had peaked his interest. Edwin let himself inside the room and before he could get comfortable Dee was knocking on the door. Edwin opened the door and was happy to see Dee standing there in a way to short dress that showed her ass off.

  “Come in, Dee.”

  “Thanks Pastor.” Dee looked around the room and sat down on the couch.

  “Call me, Edwin. You know we have to keep this on the down low, right?”

  “You explained that already. No worries Pas- I mean, Edwin.”

  “Just checking.” Edwin stood up and started to undress.

  Dee took her clothes off and stood there not really sure what to do next. She lay down on the bed and Edwin walked over to her and stood by the side of the bed. Dee sat up and started sucking him off something crazy. Edwin grabbed Dee’s head and forced her to deep throat him but to his surprise she didn’t have a problem with that. The way she relaxed her throat let Edwin know she was a pro. Dee went to town sucking him off and jacking him off using Superheads Karin Steffan’s hand job technique. Edwin stood with his eyes closed and then he would open them to watch as his dick disappeared inside this beautiful woman’s mouth. He didn’t want to cum so he ordered her to lay down on the bed. Edwin put a condom on which disappointed Dee. She wanted to feel the real deal.

  Dee was glad Edwin met her expectations with the size of his manhood. He threw Dee’s legs on his shoulder and went in for the kill. He pounded her with a purpose. Dee moaned at the beating her pussy was taking. Her body needed this. Deacon Watkins wasn’t even scratching the itch she had but Edwin was doing the damn thing.

  Edwin flipped Dee over and mounted her from behind. Dee made her ass twerk like she was on the pole. He responded with beating the pussy up even harder. It was as if they were competing with each other to see who could fuck the best. Edwin saw that she was holding her own. Dee was enjoying the fact that he was actually pleasing her.

  Edwin put Dee in just about every position possible. She was a little aggravated that he didn’t eat her out or kiss her. Maybe next time she thought.

  Their bodies stuck together as they moved from one position to another. Both were exhausted but neither wanted to give in. Dee had cum four times and her legs had lost all their strength. Edwin was still going at it. Dee knew she would be sore in the morning. Edwin finally came and Dee was glad. She didn’t have a clue that the Pastor could get down like that.

  He rolled over on his back and sighed. Dee, once again didn’t know what to do. Should I stay or get my clothes? She thought to herself. She opted for putting her clothes on.

  “I enjoyed myself.” Dee admitted.

  “Yes ,I did also. Thanks for the discretion.”

  “No problem, I know how it is.” Dee slid her shoes on and grabbed her purse.

  “I’ll be in touch.” Edwin told her before she left.

  “Yeah, you do that.” Dee smiled and left the hotel feeling satisfied. She got some good-good from the head pastor of the church. She felt powerful. She couldn’t wait to get home and brag to her sisters about this one.

  Edwin didn’t waste any time jumping in the shower and getting dressed. He looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head at his reflection. The pussy was good but he didn’t even know why he just slept with Dee. I guess the old saying is true. Never trust a big butt and a smile.

  Chapter 5

  Tricia sat on the examination table swinging her legs, waiting for her doctor to enter the room with her pregnancy test results. Tricia didn’t tell Mud about her suspicions of being pregnant because she didn’t want to get both of their hopes up if there was nothing to be excited about.

  The examination room door opens and Dr. Spencer walks in. “Congratulations Tricia, you’re going to be a mom.”

  “Are you sure, Dr?” Tricia’s eyes watered up and she started to cry.

  Doctor Spencer put her arm around her. “I hope those are happy tears. We’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now.”

  “I just can’t believe it that’s all.” Dr. Spencer handed Tricia a tissue to wipe her face.

  “Now we’re going to manage you with the high risk group so you are going to get sick of seeing me.”

  “I doubt that, Dr. Spencer.” Tricia smiled.

  “You say that now, but by your third trimester you will feel different. Your due date is Feb. 12th. You might just have a Valentine Day baby.”

  “I still can’t believe it.” Tricia put her hand over her belly.

  “Well believe it, Mama. Now, I’m writing you two prescriptions, one for iron pills and one for prenatal vitamins. Take them both with food and I will see you back here in two weeks.”

  Tricia left the doctor’s office with joy in her spirit. “Thank you Jesus! Thank you Jesus!” She continued to utter.

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  Tricia met her sister-in-laws at the mall for the makeover of Lizzie and Elisea. She was the last to arrive and they were already in Macy’s trying on clothes. Felicia picked out nice outfits for church, casual wear, and summer clothes.

  We watched as Lizzie and Elisea modeled their new look. Lacey was acting like the clothes police. She reminded both Tricia and Felicia of Eloise. Felicia put the entire wardrobe together minus the maxi dresses, and the girls looked beautiful. Lacey gave her approval. When they finished trying on everything, Felicia and Tricia high fived for a job well done.

 
“So Lizzie, do you feel comfortable in your new clothes?” Lacey asked.

  “I know I do.” Elisea butted in.

  “Yeah, I like them.” Lizzie seemed hesitant.

  “She’s just scared of Eloise that’s all.” Elisea snitched. She looked over at Lizzie and winked.

  “Lizzie, you looked great in everything.” Tricia tried to convince her.

  “Yeah, you really did.” Felicia added.

  “What’s your opinion, Lacey?” Lizzie needed confirmation from Lacey. Lizzie looked up to Lacey and she loved her taste in clothes.

  “You both looked great, very tasteful.” Lacey co-signed.

  Lacey’s approval meant a lot to Lizzie. Elisea on the other hand, didn’t care. She couldn’t wait to get home and plan her wardrobe for the next few weeks. They got enough outfits to last a month.

  They stopped at the Mac counter so the girls could get their face done.

  “Keep it simple.” Lacey told the lady.

  They settled on foundation, eyeliner and lip gloss. Had they come home with a full face done, Eloise would have a heart attack. Elisea mad a mental note to come back and get some eye shadow.

  When they left Macy’s, Felicia had everyone meet at the salon where she got her hair done. Lizzie and Elisea always wore their long hair in a ponytail or a bun like they were old ladies. Felicia talked to her stylist about the look she was going for while Lacey and Tricia waited, looking through magazines.

  Lizzie and Elisea had a great grade of hair and they kept it natural. The stylist trimmed their ends, added some layers without taking off the length, and wrapped it. When the Blanks’ sisters stepped out of the salon they were new women. Elisea couldn’t wait so she put on one of her maxi dresses to top her look off. Lizzie of course continued to look dowdy with a nice hair style.

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  When Lizzie and Elisea got home Mama Eloise was at the kitchen table with Sister Bernice Watkins, one of the mothers of the church. Lizzie and Elisea walked in with a million bags in their hand.

  “Hey Miss Watkins.” The Blanks sisters said in unison.

  “Hey babies, well look at you, looking like a movie star. Gorgeous, just plain gorgeous WHAMP!”

  Mama Eloise looked up to see what Bernice was talking about. When she saw her girls she did a double take. The girls could see Eloise’ jaw clinching, which meant she was mad.

  Lizzie started to get nervous but Elisea stood her ground.

  “How do you like our hair, mama?”

  “Elisea it’s beautiful, isn’t that right, Eloise? WHAMP!” Bernice understood that the girls needed some freedom.

  Lizzie looked over at Elisea and they tried not to laugh. Bernice Watkins had a bad habit of shouting out “Whamp” in mid-sentence. They should be used to it, they’ve been hearing it their entire lives but it’s still funny as hell when she does it. And plus they knew it drove their mother crazy.

  Elisea twirled around to show off her new look. Lizzie didn’t say anything and took her bags to her room. Bernice and Elisea were talking but Eloise was lost in her own thoughts. It sounded like background noise.

  Eloise took another sip of her tea as she cut her eyes at Elisea. She had to admit that her daughters were beautiful, and that she had to let them be their own women whether she liked it or not.

  Elisea went upstairs after she showed off her new outfits.

  “Eloise, you know you need to stop all of this.” Bernice stirred her cup of tea before she took a sip.

  “What do you mean, Bernice?”

  “You know exactly what I mean. For whatever reason you do not want those girls to grow up and live their lives. Talk to me friend, what’s really the issue? Are you scared of being alone? What is it?”

  “That’s not true, I just want to protect them. And quite frankly I am so sick of defending my motherhood choices with someone else.”

  “Those girls are going to end up resenting you if you don’t let them breathe. You gave them their wings now let them fly for goodness sake. You raised some good girls, but Eloise it’s time to let them live their own life. Look at me, Eloise. Have I EVER told you anything wrong? WHAMP! Well, if you don’t want to end up losing your daughters you will let them be the women that God has called them to be. You my friend are standing in God’s way.” Bernice was the truth. She was 83 years old and always spoke her mind. She didn’t sugar coat anything that came out of her mouth.

  “I didn’t look at it like that, Bernice. Wow!” Eloise sat back in her chair. She had as Oprah would call it, an “AH-HA” moment.

  The two old birds sipped tea as they talked about the latest gossip of the church and the upcoming events that they had to help prepare for.

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  Tricia couldn’t wait to get home. She stopped at the Dollar Tree and bought a bunch of balloons that read IT’S A BOY and IT’S A GIRL. Tricia wanted everything thing to be perfect. She cooked his favorite meal, which was chicken and dumplings. It took her years to perfect Mama Eloise’ recipe. Tricia had the dining room table set for perfection with pink and blue teddy bears and she had the pink and blue cigars and baby bottles. She had a good time getting things prepared for her husband.

  Mud got home and seemed to be in an odd mood. He looked around the room at all the balloons. “Are you sure?”

  Tricia confirmed the news with her new prescriptions. “Aren’t you happy?”

  “Yeah, I’m just tired I guess.” Mud left Tricia standing there and lay on the couch to rest.

  “But Mud, I made your favorite food for dinner, chicken and dumplings.”

  “I’ll get some later. I’m just going to lay here for a little bit.” Mud got comfortable on the couch and went to sleep.

  Mud had been acting weird here lately. He was always tired, and always grumpy. He rarely slept in the bed anymore; the couch had become his new home. Tricia sat down in the dining room looking around at how much hard work she put into making the moment special. Once again, Mud made Tricia feeling stupid. She sat at the table and cried.

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  Tricia finally went to bed. She didn’t bother to shower first. She was mentally exhausted and just wanted to get some sleep. She thought about her life as she lay in bed by herself. She didn’t know what else she could do to get Mud engaged in their life. This was not how it was supposed to be. At least now she had a baby to love because Mud was so wishy-washy with his loving that it was heart breaking.

  Times like this Tricia wish she had kept her job. Mud told her that he didn’t want her working and demanded that she quit her job once they got married. Tricia had been a manager at a high-end furniture store. She put her hand on her belly and said a silent prayer.

  Mud came into the room and Tricia pretended to be asleep. She could hear the bathroom door close and the shower running. Tricia opened one eye to make sure she was really in the room by herself. Then she quietly got up and tip-toed out of the room. On the table in the living room Tricia found what she was looking for; Mud’s cell phone. She picked the phone up. Thank goodness it wasn’t locked. Tricia scrolled through the text messages. Her heart sank as she read what her husband had been up to. How much is one woman supposed to take?

  Tricia forwarded the texts to her phone so she could she go over them later. She put Mud’s phone back and tip-toed back into their bedroom. She climbed back under the covers with little time to spare because the bathroom door opened and Mud came out. Tricia closed her eyes and hoped that he wasn’t watching her. She felt the bed move as Mud sat on the edge looking for his underwear.

  “Tricia, Tricia, get up.” Mud shook his wife as she pretended to be sleep.

  Tricia played it off, doing a fake yawn and rubbing her eyes.

  “Yes Mud, what’s wrong,” she did an imitation of a groggy voice.

  “I need some underwear. I can’t find them.”

  “Mud, they’re in the top drawer on the left.”

  “I looked in the drawers, I didn’t see them. Come on now, get up.”
/>   With Mud’s urging, Tricia got up from her pretend sleep. She walked right over to the same drawer she told Mud to look in and opened it. In the drawer was neatly folded underwear. Tricia sighed at the thought on how helpless Mud could be. Looks like I’m gonna have two kids instead of one. Tricia picked up the very first pair of underwear that she saw and handed it to her husband.

  She looked at Mud and instantly she had the urge to beat him in the head with a baseball bat and watch his brains splatter the walls.

  “Tricia!” Mud hollered. “You aren’t even listening to me!” Mud complained.

  “I’m sorry Mud, what were you saying?”

  “I was just apologizing from being so grumpy earlier. I don’t feel like myself here lately. I’m supposed to preach Sunday and I couldn’t get the words to flow. I really am happy about the baby, Tricia.”

  Mud’s flip flop in personality had Tricia convinced that he was bipolar as hell. She didn’t know what to say, especially finding all of those texts on his phone. Some of the names she recognized and some she didn’t. She was just sick of it.

  “Is there something else you need?” Mud could hear the irritation in Tricia’s voice.

  “What’s wrong with you? I apologized for earlier.” Mud sounded like a whining little boy trying to talk his way out of being in trouble.

  Tricia rolled her eyes and sighed. Mud had messed up her mood and now all she wanted to do was go to sleep.

  “Mud, I’m tired. I just want to get some sleep.”