Church Girls Gone Wild

“Girl, you wouldn’t believe who paid my mortgage this month?” asked Harmony. “Who?” I said while sitting anxiously on the edge of my seat. “Deacon Smith” I gagged on my wine as shock overtook me. “Did you just say Deacon Smith?” “Yes, you heard me right the good ole Deacon Smith” Harmony said. “Details….do tell” I said leaning back in the chair bracing myself for what I was about to hear. “Well, every Sunday you know how he always running up in my face talking about how I let so and so do this and so and so do that and I’mma tell pastor this, or I’mma tell pastor that.” “Yes.” “Well this Sunday I told him you know what Deacon Smith. I know what your problem is you just frustrated. Your wife running round here in everybody’s business and ain’t taking care of your needs at home. You looking at granny panties and dysheki looking moo moo’s every night before you go to bed. What you need Deacon Smith is to get your sexy back” I said as I brushed up against his hand with my hip. “Yeah, and what’d he say?” I asked. “He said what any man would say who hadn’t seen a sexy naked body in years.” He said “Is that right?” And you know me I purred this time breathing hard on his neck “yeah that’s right.” So, I gave him my business card and told him when he’s ready to see my birthday suit give me a call. I wasn’t even home from church 10 minutes when the phone rang. Girl it was Deacon Smith trying to set something up.”