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mother and father would never go for us being together. That’s why she started dating Deacon Robert Emerson behind my back. Deacon Emerson was an arm amputee in his early forties. He was well known around the church and had considerable assets. He’d been trying to get Anita to date him since she’d started working at the church. For almost four years she’d told him no, but one day she agreed to go out with him. Three months later, much to my chagrin, they were married and moved to Florida at Anita’s request. She knew she needed to get as far away from me as possible. She may have denied it then, but she was in love with me. Now a little under a year later, she and the deacon were back, and since she had mentioned a new house, it appeared they were back to stay.
    “I love you, Dante, and now that your father has given me my old job back, we can get right back to doing everything the way we did before. And I mean everything.” She posed flirtatiously and gave me this sexy look that made my hard dick even harder.
    “What about your husband?”
    “What about him? We kept your parents in the dark for almost two years. What makes you think we can’t keep his stupid ass in the dark, too?” She stepped closer, rubbing her hands on my chest the way I liked it. “I need you, Dante. I need your love and I need your body. He can’t satisfy me the way you can. I haven’t had an orgasm since I was with you.” She pouted like a child who had been punished.
    I thought about how easy it was for me to satisfy her. I knew Anita’s body better than I knew my own. I ran my finger down her spine and she shuddered with excitement, then I lowered my head and blew in her ear. Anita moaned. How could the deacon not be able to do that? I wondered, then smiled at my own ego. Anita was my pussy. She had always been my pussy. I looked at her. I looked at her in the manner a man reserves only for his woman. Oh, those feelings were starting to come back. But instead of making me want her, they made me angry. I pushed her away.
    “Well, I don’t want you. Not if you’re married. Not if you’re his wife instead of mine. What are you doing back here anyway, Anita?”
    “I hated Florida. I hate him. I needed to get back to you. I love you, Dante, and I’m never gonna let you go. Please, baby, let me show you how much I love you,” she begged.
    I didn’t say a word. I just silently watched Anita unbutton her dress until she was no longer wearing a conservative church dress. She was still wearing all white, though—a white push-up bra, white panties, white garter belt with white stockings, and of course, those sexy white stiletto heels. The contrast against her mahogany skin was stunning.
    “Please, baby. Let me show you how much I love you.” Anita rubbed her hands on my chest again then kissed me gently before she started to slowly kneel. I knew what she was about to do and was virtually powerless to stop her. Oral sex was my weakness and Anita was an expert.
    “I can’t do this, Anita,” I whispered repeatedly, but that didn’t stop her from struggling with me to get my pants down. Finally I just decided to give in. When it came to Anita, my big head went on autopilot and my little head took over. I placed my hand gently on her hair and stared blankly at the wall as I waited eagerly for the pleasure she would soon give me. Anita licked her lips as she stared at my pulsating manhood and I could tell she was preparing to swallow it whole. Unfortunately, before she could move, there was a knock on the door and a jiggling of the doorknob.
    “Dante, are you in here, son?” my mother called through the door.
    Without thinking, I instinctively answered, “Yes,” as both Anita and I stared at each other with panicked expressions. We knew that if I didn’t open that door quickly, my mother, a suspicious woman by nature, would put two and two together the second she saw Anita in my office. And Lord help us both if she had Deaconess