The rain hammered against the tin roof of the old community hall as Eleanor, barely twenty-one, stood knee-deep in the chaos of the storm's aftermath, her soaked blouse clinging to her skin while she sorted through boxes of donated supplies. Michael lingered near the doorway, his observant eyes tracking the way his best friend Robert moved with quiet purpose among the displaced families, handing out blankets and hot coffee with that steady humor that always put people at ease. Eleanor glanced up, her kind face flushed from the effort, and caught Robert's gaze across the crowded room; something unspoken passed between them as they both turned to help a stranded elderly couple whose home had flooded.

Robert's hands worked methodically, his father's voice echoing in his mind about always telling the truth even when it cost something, as he assured the couple their insurance papers would be sorted honestly without any shortcuts. Michael noted the ordinary rhythm of it all—the way Eleanor laughed softly at one of Robert's dry jokes while stacking canned goods, the way their shoulders brushed when they reached for the same stack of towels. The air smelled of wet earth and coffee, the wet sounds of footsteps on the flooded floor mixing with murmured thanks from the strangers they served. Eleanor felt the warmth of purpose blooming in her chest, learning in that moment how simple acts of service could anchor a life of faith amid loss and uncertainty.

As the storm eased into a drizzle, the three of them stepped outside to check on a neighboring street where trees had toppled, Robert pausing to help a young mother lift a fallen branch from her path. Eleanor joined him without hesitation, their fingers intertwining briefly in the mud-slick effort, a spark of connection forming through shared sweat and the shared grunt of exertion. Michael watched from a few paces back, reflective and loyal, seeing how these two ordinary people turned every small crisis into a testament of resilience and devotion. The ground squelched underfoot, the scent of rain-soaked leaves heavy in the air, as Robert admitted with humble honesty that he'd never done this before but was determined to see it through right.

Eleanor wiped mud from her cheek, her resilient spirit shining as she bonded with Robert over stories of their own families' quiet faiths, the way her compassion drew him in like a steady light. The group worked until dusk, muscles aching from lifting debris and carrying supplies, the wet fabric of their clothes rubbing against skin with every movement. Robert's steadfast nature shone through as he paused to pray briefly with a neighbor, his words simple and true, while Eleanor felt her heart open wider, the emotional depth of service etching itself into her soul. Michael observed it all, his own loyalty deepening as he saw the foundation of something eternal forming in these small, faithful acts.

The evening light filtered through the clouds as they returned to the hall, bodies tired but spirits lifted, the lingering touch of hands during one last shared task sending a subtle thrill through Eleanor that she couldn't yet name. Robert's humor broke the tension with a light comment about his father's lessons on integrity, and Eleanor laughed, the sound rich and warm amid the fading storm. Michael stood by, content to witness their growing bond, knowing these moments of helping strangers would shape lifetimes of love and loss ahead.

Under the fading light filtering through the clouds, Robert pulled Eleanor close against his mud-streaked chest, his hands sliding down to grip her hips with a quiet intensity that matched the spark from their shared touch earlier. "I felt it when our fingers met in the mud," he admitted, voice low and steady like his father's honest lessons, "that pull between us—tell me you feel it too, Eleanor." She answered without words, rising on her toes to kiss him deeply, tongues sliding wet and urgent as her fingers fumbled with his soaked shirt, peeling it away to reveal the warm skin beneath. Her blouse came next, clinging fabric stripping off to bare her full tits, nipples hardening in the cool air, and she tugged him down with her onto a pile of dry blankets in the empty corner of the hall, spreading her legs to pull his naked body on top of hers. Robert's cock, thick and throbbing, pressed against her slick pussy lips as he kissed her neck, sucking marks into her skin while his fingers parted her cunt and stroked her swollen clit in slow circles, drawing out her moans like wet gasps that echoed softly. He thrust into her tight heat with one long push, filling her completely, the stretch making her arch and cry out as his balls slapped against her ass with each deliberate grind, her juices coating his shaft in shiny strands that dripped down her thighs.

Eleanor wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his back as he fucked her with building rhythm, pounding deep into her cunt at an angle that hit every sensitive spot inside, her walls clenching around his dick with rhythmic pulses while sweat slicked their bodies together. "Harder, Robert—fuck me like you mean it," she begged in a husky whisper, her hands gripping his ass to pull him deeper, the wet sounds of his cock slamming into her soaked pussy filling the space between their shared breaths and grunts. He obliged, hips snapping faster, balls tightening as precum leaked inside her, mixing with her flowing arousal that squelched obscenely with every thrust, her tits bouncing under him until he leaned down to suck one nipple hard, teeth grazing as she screamed her pleasure. Michael stepped closer from the shadows, his loyal eyes darkening with a confession long held back, and he knelt beside them to kiss Eleanor on the mouth, tasting Robert's flavor on her tongue before murmuring, "I loved you once, years ago in my heart—let me show you before I meet Sarah tomorrow." His lips trailed down her body to her spread pussy, tongue lapping at her clit while Robert continued thrusting, the dual sensations making Eleanor shudder and gush fresh wetness into Michael's mouth as he sucked her folds, fingers joining to stretch her alongside the cock pounding her.

The three moved in tangled rhythm, Michael's tongue flicking her sensitive nub in time with Robert's deep strokes, her ass lifting off the blankets to meet them both as saliva and cum mingled in sticky trails down her crack. Robert's hands kneaded her tits, pinching nipples while he whispered dirty praise about how tight and wet her cunt felt gripping him, his thrusts slowing to savor every inch sliding in and out, the head of his dick rubbing her inner walls until she trembled on the edge. Michael pulled back only to kiss her again, sharing the taste of her own pussy, his cock hard and untouched as he watched his best friend claim her with powerful, rhythmic fucks that left her sobbing in ecstasy, body slick with sweat and the scent of sex heavy in the air. Hours seemed to stretch in the afterglow of their joined passion, muscles aching from the service and now from the raw intensity, until exhaustion claimed them in a heap of limbs and lingering touches.

Years later, Eleanor knelt in prayer within the quiet of her home, her aged hands clasped tight as the weight of love pressed down like a lifetime's accumulated losses, her mind drifting to the spark that began in service and the tangled desires that followed, including the rebound that drew Michael toward Sarah the very next day after that storm-soaked encounter. She whispered thanks for the faith that anchored them all, even as tears traced paths over her wrinkled cheeks, the memory of shared intimacies and honest bonds mixing with the impending sense of parting from those she held dear. Robert's steadfast presence lingered in her thoughts, a quiet humor in the face of everything, while Michael's loyalty and the brief flame with her added layers of complexity to the devotion she still carried. The room smelled of old wood and faint incense, her knees pressing into the worn rug as she grappled with how love could endure across decades of service, loss, and unexpected connections that shaped their paths toward something eternal.

The prayer deepens as Eleanor confronts the full weight of decades lost, tears falling for the eternal reunion still ahead. Her aged body trembled on the worn rug, knees aching from the prolonged position, the faint scent of incense mixing with the salt of her own tears as memories of that storm-soaked hall flooded back—the mud on her skin, Robert's thick cock stretching her cunt wide with each pounding thrust, Michael's tongue lapping hungrily at her swollen clit while her juices gushed over his lips. She whispered prayers for forgiveness and grace, her fingers clutching tighter, yet the ache between her legs from those long-ago sensations lingered like a ghost, her wrinkled thighs pressing together as if to recapture the fullness of being filled.

Sarah entered the quiet room softly, her youthful form silhouetted in the doorway, the eighteen-year-old's eyes filled with compassion that mirrored the divine light Eleanor had always sought. "Let me ease your burden, Eleanor," Sarah murmured, her voice a gentle caress as she knelt behind the older woman, her soft hands sliding over Eleanor's shoulders and down to cup her sagging breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. She pressed her own full, firm tits against Eleanor's back, the warmth of her young body offering that promised divine healing, fingers deftly unbuttoning to bare Eleanor's weathered skin before trailing lower, parting the elderly woman's thighs to stroke her dry but awakening pussy with tender circles on her clit. Eleanor gasped, a fresh wave of tears mixing with moans as Sarah's tongue replaced her fingers, licking slow and deep into the folds of her cunt, tasting the decades of faithful service and hidden desires, saliva mixing with the first hints of renewed wetness that trickled down Eleanor's ass crack.

Their bodies shifted on the rug, Sarah shedding her own clothes to reveal smooth, supple skin and a glistening pussy of her own, guiding Eleanor's mouth to suckle at her swollen nipples while her fingers delved inside the older woman's cunt, pumping two then three digits in a steady rhythm that stretched her tightness anew. "Feel the healing," Sarah breathed, her hips rocking as Eleanor returned the favor, her aged tongue lapping at Sarah's slick folds with surprising hunger, the wet sounds of sucking and fingering filling the sacred space as Sarah's moans grew louder, her juices flowing freely onto Eleanor's chin. They moved together for what felt like hours, Sarah straddling Eleanor's face to grind her cunt against the eager tongue, her own mouth buried between the elderly woman's legs, sucking her clit hard while fingers curled to hit that hidden spot inside, drawing out gushing releases that left both women slick with sweat and cum, bodies trembling in shared ecstasy that blurred the lines of age and loss into something transcendent.

The scene shifted in Eleanor's mind and the fading light, years peeling back as the narrative of their intertwined lives pulled toward Michael, whose loyalty had always carried its own hungers. He and the mother of his wife's sister's best friend—a woman of mature curves and quiet need—had locked themselves away in a borrowed cabin, fucking all day long and all night without pause, his thick cock slamming into her tight pussy from every angle, balls slapping wetly against her ass with each forceful thrust that made her scream his name. Michael gripped her hips, driving deep into her cunt until her walls clenched and milked him, his precum leaking inside before he pulled out to flip her over, spreading her cheeks to thrust into her ass with slow, deliberate pressure that stretched her hole wide, the obscene squelch of lube and cum mixing as he pounded harder, filling her completely while she begged for more.

He came inside every blessed hole as promised, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into her pussy first, then her ass, watching it drip out in creamy trails before pushing back in to fuck it deeper, ensuring she would carry his child. Her tits bounced under him as he sucked and bit her nipples, his fingers working her clit in time with the relentless rhythm, her body shuddering through multiple orgasms that soaked the sheets beneath them. They paused only to rest briefly, bodies glistening with sweat, before he mounted her again, cock hard and throbbing as he slid into her mouth, fucking her throat while she fingered her cum-filled cunt, the night stretching on with endless thrusts and shared moans until dawn broke and his seed took root in her womb, binding them in that raw, primal act of creation amid the echoes of faith and service that had started it all.

The prayer deepens as Eleanor confronts the full weight of decades lost, tears falling for the eternal reunion still ahead. Her aged body trembled on the worn rug, knees aching from the prolonged position, the faint scent of incense mixing with the salt of her own tears as memories of that storm-soaked hall flooded back—the mud on her skin, Robert's thick cock stretching her cunt wide with each pounding thrust, Michael's tongue lapping hungrily at her swollen clit while her juices gushed over his lips. She whispered prayers for forgiveness and grace, her fingers clutching tighter, yet the ache between her legs from those long-ago sensations lingered like a ghost, her wrinkled thighs pressing together as if to recapture the fullness of being filled.

Sarah entered the quiet room softly, her youthful form silhouetted in the doorway, the eighteen-year-old's eyes filled with compassion that mirrored the divine light Eleanor had always sought. "Let me ease your burden, Eleanor," Sarah murmured, her voice a gentle caress as she knelt behind the older woman, her soft hands sliding over Eleanor's shoulders and down to cup her sagging breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. She pressed her own full, firm tits against Eleanor's back, the warmth of her young body offering that promised divine healing, fingers deftly unbuttoning to bare Eleanor's weathered skin before trailing lower, parting the elderly woman's thighs to stroke her dry but awakening pussy with tender circles on her clit. Eleanor gasped, a fresh wave of tears mixing with moans as Sarah's tongue replaced her fingers, licking slow and deep into the folds of her cunt, tasting the decades of faithful service and hidden desires, saliva mixing with the first hints of renewed wetness that trickled down Eleanor's ass crack.

Their bodies shifted on the rug, Sarah shedding her own clothes to reveal smooth, supple skin and a glistening pussy of her own, guiding Eleanor's mouth to suckle at her swollen nipples while her fingers delved inside the older woman's cunt, pumping two then three digits in a steady rhythm that stretched her tightness anew. "Feel the healing," Sarah breathed, her hips rocking as Eleanor returned the favor, her aged tongue lapping at Sarah's slick folds with surprising hunger, the wet sounds of sucking and fingering filling the sacred space as Sarah's moans grew louder, her juices flowing freely onto Eleanor's chin. They moved together for what felt like hours, Sarah straddling Eleanor's face to grind her cunt against the eager tongue, her own mouth buried between the elderly woman's legs, sucking her clit hard while fingers curled to hit that hidden spot inside, drawing out gushing releases that left both women slick with sweat and cum, bodies trembling in shared ecstasy that blurred the lines of age and loss into something transcendent.

The scene shifted in Eleanor's mind and the fading light, years peeling back as the narrative of their intertwined lives pulled toward Michael, whose loyalty had always carried its own hungers. He and the mother of his wife's sister's best friend—a woman of mature curves and quiet need—had locked themselves away in a borrowed cabin, fucking all day long and all night without pause, his thick cock slamming into her tight pussy from every angle, balls slapping wetly against her ass with each forceful thrust that made her scream his name. Michael gripped her hips, driving deep into her cunt until her walls clenched and milked him, his precum leaking inside before he pulled out to flip her over, spreading her cheeks to thrust into her ass with slow, deliberate pressure that stretched her hole wide, the obscene squelch of lube and cum mixing as he pounded harder, filling her completely while she begged for more.

He came inside every blessed hole as promised, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into her pussy first, then her ass, watching it drip out in creamy trails before pushing back in to fuck it deeper, ensuring she would carry his child. Her tits bounced under him as he sucked and bit her nipples, his fingers working her clit in time with the relentless rhythm, her body shuddering through multiple orgasms that soaked the sheets beneath them. They paused only to rest briefly, bodies glistening with sweat, before he mounted her again, cock hard and throbbing as he slid into her mouth, fucking her throat while she fingered her cum-filled cunt, the night stretching on with endless thrusts and shared moans until dawn broke and his seed took root in her womb, binding them in that raw, primal act of creation amid the echoes of faith and service that had started it all.

He grips her hips harder and thrusts even deeper to push their raw desire past its limits, his thick cock burying to the hilt in her clenching cunt with each savage slam, the wet squelch of her juices spraying around his shaft as her ass cheeks rippled from the force. She screamed his name again, body bucking wildly beneath him while her walls milked every veined inch, her swollen clit throbbing under his relentless fingers that circled and pinched until fresh gushes of her arousal coated his balls in sticky ropes. Michael leaned in to bite her neck, sucking hard enough to leave bruises as he growled filthy praise about how her tight pussy was made for his dick, how her ass would take his load next and beg for more, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the cabin alongside her desperate moans and the squish of cum already leaking from her earlier holes.

Sweat poured down their joined bodies as he flipped her onto all fours without pulling out, driving into her from behind with punishing depth that stretched her cervix with every thrust, her full tits swinging heavily while she reached back to spread her ass wider for him. "Fuck yes, fill me again," she begged in a hoarse voice, fingers plunging into her own cum-slicked cunt to feel him pounding through the thin wall, her body shuddering through another orgasm that soaked the sheets further in a puddle of her release. Michael groaned, balls drawing tight as he pounded faster, the head of his cock flaring inside her as he unloaded rope after rope of thick, hot cum straight into her womb, the overflow spurting out around his shaft in creamy rivulets that ran down her thighs.

They collapsed together in a tangled heap of limbs and slick skin, his cock still twitching inside her as they caught their breath amid the heavy scent of sex and sweat, her hand reaching back to stroke his balls gently while his fingers traced lazy circles over her cum-filled folds. The intensity lingered in every throb and pulse, her pussy fluttering around him in aftershocks that drew soft whimpers from her lips, the taste of their mingled fluids still on his tongue from earlier kisses. Michael pulled her close, their hearts racing in unison as the raw hunger finally ebbed into quiet satisfaction, bodies cooling under the faint cabin light.

Eleanor's mind drifted from the memory back to the present prayer, where Sarah's youthful tongue continued its slow, devoted laps at her awakening cunt, drawing out renewed wetness that the younger woman savored with hungry moans. Their shared ecstasy wove through decades of service and loss, the bond of faith holding steady even as physical pleasures reminded them of the spark that began in that storm-soaked hall. Robert's steadfast image surfaced in Eleanor's thoughts, his honest hands and quiet humor anchoring the love that had grown from helping strangers, while Michael's loyal presence added layers of unspoken connection that shaped their paths.

As the night deepened around them in the cabin, Michael and his lover stirred once more for a final, languid joining, his cock sliding back into her well-used pussy with gentle but insistent strokes that built to a shared climax, their bodies locking tight as fresh cum flooded her depths. They collapsed again, whispering prayers of gratitude for decades of quiet service ahead, voices low and reverent amid the afterglow, thanking the divine for the faith that turned every act of kindness and every intimate union into steps toward eternal reunion.

As the night deepened around them in the cabin, Michael and his lover stirred once more for a final, languid joining, his cock sliding back into her well-used pussy with gentle but insistent strokes that built to a shared climax, their bodies locking tight as fresh cum flooded her depths. They collapsed again, whispering prayers of gratitude for decades of quiet service ahead, voices low and reverent amid the afterglow, thanking the divine for the faith that turned every act of kindness and every intimate union into steps toward eternal reunion. Yet even as his seed pulsed inside her, Michael's loyal heart harbored a hidden doubt that had first sparked in that storm-soaked hall years ago—wondering if their heavenly reunion with Christ would truly erase the tangled desires and losses, or if some shadow of earthly hunger would linger beyond the grave.

Eleanor's mind drifted from the memory back to the present prayer, where Sarah's youthful tongue continued its slow, devoted laps at her awakening cunt, drawing out renewed wetness that the younger woman savored with hungry moans. Their shared ecstasy wove through decades of service and loss, the bond of faith holding steady even as physical pleasures reminded them of the spark that began in that storm-soaked hall. Robert's steadfast image surfaced in Eleanor's thoughts, his honest hands and quiet humor anchoring the love that had grown from helping strangers, while Michael's loyal presence added layers of unspoken connection that shaped their paths. Grief deepened like a fresh wound as she recalled Robert's final moments, his body frail at one hundred yet his eyes bright with the same steadfast faith, whispering how their love had endured every storm and every intimate union, sustained only by the grace that promised eternal reunion; tears fell harder as Sarah's fingers parted her elderly folds wider, thrusting three digits deep into the slick heat of Eleanor's wonderful pussy with rhythmic pumps that stretched her tightness anew, the wet squelch of juices coating Sarah's knuckles while the young woman's full tits pressed against Eleanor's sagging ones.

Sarah moaned into the older woman's cunt, her tongue flicking the swollen clit in tight circles before sucking it hard between her lips, drawing fresh gushes of arousal that trickled down Eleanor's ass crack and soaked the rug beneath them. "Feel the healing through every thrust," Sarah breathed, her own glistening pussy grinding against Eleanor's thigh as she worked her fingers faster, curling them to rub that hidden spot inside while Eleanor's aged body trembled, knees aching but hips lifting to meet the invasion. The prayer shifted as Michael stepped from the shadows of memory into the room, his observant eyes reflecting both loyalty and that buried doubt about whether heaven could truly mend all they had shared and lost; he knelt beside them, guiding Sarah's supple form to straddle Eleanor's weathered hips, positioning the eighteen-year-old's dripping cunt above the older woman's mouth while murmuring, "Ride her, Sarah—let our prayers of gratitude rise even as we claim this flesh one more time."

Sarah lowered herself with a gasp, her smooth pussy lips parting over Eleanor's eager tongue as the young woman began to rock in slow, grinding circles, her juices flowing freely onto the aged woman's chin and cheeks while Eleanor's wrinkled hands gripped Sarah's firm ass to pull her deeper. Michael guided the rhythm with steady hands on Sarah's waist, his voice joining theirs in recited prayers of gratitude—"Thank you, Lord, for the service that bound us, for the love that endured loss, for every act of kindness that leads us home"—even as he reached down to stroke Eleanor's clit in time with Sarah's thrusts, the dual sensations making the elderly woman's body arch and gush fresh wetness around the fingers still buried inside her wonderful pussy. The wet sounds of sucking and grinding filled the sacred space, Sarah's moans rising as Eleanor lapped hungrily at her swollen folds, tongue delving deep into the tight heat while Sarah's hips snapped faster, her full tits bouncing and her own fingers pinching Eleanor's hardened nipples.

Michael's doubt flickered in his eyes as he watched, loyal to the end yet questioning if their eternal reunion would hold after the raw hungers of earth, but he pressed on, leaning in to kiss Sarah's mouth and share the taste of Eleanor's cunt before guiding her to lean forward, allowing Sarah's fingers to join his in stretching and fucking the older woman's slick pussy with deeper, more forceful strokes that made Eleanor scream her ecstasy into Sarah's grinding cunt. Their bodies moved in tangled rhythm for what felt like hours, sweat slicking aged and youthful skin alike, the scent of sex and incense heavy as prayers mingled with moans, gushes of cum and saliva coating thighs and chins, until the intensity built to shared peaks—Sarah shuddering through her release onto Eleanor's tongue, Eleanor's walls clenching around the invading fingers in pulsing waves that left her sobbing with grief and grace intertwined, Michael's hands steady on them both as the faith that had begun in service carried them toward whatever reunion awaited beyond the decades of loss.

As the night deepened around them in the cabin, Michael and his lover stirred once more for a final, languid joining, his cock sliding back into her well-used pussy with gentle but insistent strokes that built to a shared climax, their bodies locking tight as fresh cum flooded her depths. They collapsed again, whispering prayers of gratitude for decades of quiet service ahead, voices low and reverent amid the afterglow, thanking the divine for the faith that turned every act of kindness and every intimate union into steps toward eternal reunion. Yet even as his seed pulsed inside her, Michael's loyal heart harbored a hidden doubt that had first sparked in that storm-soaked hall years ago—wondering if their heavenly reunion with Christ would truly erase the tangled desires and losses, or if some shadow of earthly hunger would linger beyond the grave.

Eleanor's mind drifted from the memory back to the present prayer, where Sarah's youthful tongue continued its slow, devoted laps at her awakening cunt, drawing out renewed wetness that the younger woman savored with hungry moans. Their shared ecstasy wove through decades of service and loss, the bond of faith holding steady even as physical pleasures reminded them of the spark that began in that storm-soaked hall. Robert's steadfast image surfaced in Eleanor's thoughts, his honest hands and quiet humor anchoring the love that had grown from helping strangers, while Michael's loyal presence added layers of unspoken connection that shaped their paths. Grief deepened like a fresh wound as she recalled Robert's final moments, his body frail at one hundred yet his eyes bright with the same steadfast faith, whispering how their love had endured every storm and every intimate union, sustained only by the grace that promised eternal reunion; tears fell harder as Sarah's fingers parted her elderly folds wider, thrusting three digits deep into the slick heat of Eleanor's wonderful pussy with rhythmic pumps that stretched her tightness anew, the wet squelch of juices coating Sarah's knuckles while the young woman's full tits pressed against Eleanor's sagging ones.

Sarah moaned into the older woman's cunt, her tongue flicking the swollen clit in tight circles before sucking it hard between her lips, drawing fresh gushes of arousal that trickled down Eleanor's ass crack and soaked the rug beneath them. "Feel the healing through every thrust," Sarah breathed, her own glistening pussy grinding against Eleanor's thigh as she worked her fingers faster, curling them to rub that hidden spot inside while Eleanor's aged body trembled, knees aching but hips lifting to meet the invasion. The prayer shifted as Michael stepped from the shadows of memory into the room, his observant eyes reflecting both loyalty and that buried doubt about whether heaven could truly mend all they had shared and lost; he knelt beside them, guiding Sarah's supple form to straddle Eleanor's weathered hips, positioning the eighteen-year-old's dripping cunt above the older woman's mouth while murmuring, "Ride her, Sarah—let our prayers of gratitude rise even as we claim this flesh one more time."

Sarah lowered herself with a gasp, her smooth pussy lips parting over Eleanor's eager tongue as the young woman began to rock in slow, grinding circles, her juices flowing freely onto the aged woman's chin and cheeks while Eleanor's wrinkled hands gripped Sarah's firm ass to pull her deeper. Michael guided the rhythm with steady hands on Sarah's waist, his voice joining theirs in recited prayers of gratitude—"Thank you, Lord, for the service that bound us, for the love that endured loss, for every act of kindness that leads us home"—even as he reached down to stroke Eleanor's clit in time with Sarah's thrusts, the dual sensations making the elderly woman's body arch and gush fresh wetness around the fingers still buried inside her wonderful pussy. The wet sounds of sucking and grinding filled the sacred space, Sarah's moans rising as Eleanor lapped hungrily at her swollen folds, tongue delving deep into the tight heat while Sarah's hips snapped faster, her full tits bouncing and her own fingers pinching Eleanor's hardened nipples.

Michael's doubt flickered in his eyes as he watched, loyal to the end yet questioning if their eternal reunion would hold after the raw hungers of earth, but he pressed on, leaning in to kiss Sarah's mouth and share the taste of Eleanor's cunt before guiding her to lean forward, allowing Sarah's fingers to join his in stretching and fucking the older woman's slick pussy with deeper, more forceful strokes that made Eleanor scream her ecstasy into Sarah's grinding cunt. Their bodies moved in tangled rhythm for what felt like hours, sweat slicking aged and youthful skin alike, the scent of sex and incense heavy as prayers mingled with moans, gushes of cum and saliva coating thighs and chins, until the intensity built to shared peaks—Sarah shuddering through her release onto Eleanor's tongue, Eleanor's walls clenching around the invading fingers in pulsing waves that left her sobbing with grief and grace intertwined, Michael's hands steady on them both as the faith that had begun in service carried them toward whatever reunion awaited beyond the decades of loss.

Three Lifetimes: The Long Road Home