PREACHER’S DAUGHTER

I never had been much of a religious person. I just went to church to fill that emptiness inside. But I quickly discovered that it was a great place to pick up girls. Being twenty-one, though, it was hard to meet a girl my age. I kept going, though, hoping to get lucky.
It had been four months at the church when I noticed the preacher’s fourteen-year-old daughter. She was very beautiful for her age. She had long, curly blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes that spoke volumes to my soul. Her figure was slim, with slightly matured breasts and a sleek back that curved delicately to a round, toned ass. I enjoyed watching her in her skimpy little Sunday dresses. She rarely closed her legs when she sat down, so I constantly got a view of her floral print panties.
Two more months went by, and my lust for Miley grew. At church one day, they had a picnic. And she sat at the table across from mine. When I looked up her skirt, I had to hold back a smile. She wasn’t wearing panties, showing off her juicy, shaved cunt. Just by looking at it, I could tell that she was definitely not a virgin.
When every one started packing up to leave, the preacher stopped me. “Hey, Bradley! I need you to take my daughter home for me. My wife and I will be going out with some friends.