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"So one thing I never understood about you Mormons," said the man after he got them in his house and introduced himself and Steve. "Is that you don't drink ****, but your Church as Jesus in the title and Jesus drink wine all the time. The guy made the stuff. Do you guys think Jesus was a sinner for drinking wine?"

"Oh no!" Sister Brown assured Steve. "Jesus was perfect! But he lived in different times. Today we have the word of wisdom. It's a revelation from The Prophet Joseph Smith tells us that things like **** aren't good for our bodies. In Jesus's time they didn't have clean water so drinking wine was the best option."

"That doesn't sound right at all," Steve said. "Do you have this word of wisdom thing with you?"

"Yes, it's here in the doctrine and covenants," Sister Sorenson said, pulling out her scriptures.

"Can I see?" Steve asked.

"Well usually we start by talking about the Book of Mormon,"Sister Sorenson sad.

"Come on, show it to me," Steve said. "You two don't want to look like you're hiding something about your church."

"Of course not!" Sister Sorenson said, quickly finding the word of wisdom in the Scriptures and handing it over.

"Now let me see…" The man said, reading. "You two have completely misunderstood this. It says you shouldn't drink wine in church. But it encourages you to drink wine when visiting peoples homes. See, it says 'when you find yourself in another's home and the host offers you wine, take and drink deeply. For a drink of wine is a prayer to God and to refuse wine is to refuse God.' You don't have to take my word for it. You can read it right here!"

He held out passage and Sister Brown read exactly what he said just said. The words were a little blurry but that was what it said, she was sure of it.

"How did we miss that, Sister Sorenson?" Sister Brown asked.

"I have no idea, Sister Brown!" her companion exclaimed.

"So, I'd like to open a bottle of wine and offer you Sisters a drink," Steve said.

"Thank you!" The Sisters agreed, not wanting to refuse God.

He poured the wine in big plastic tumblers. Sister Brown had never seen it served that way on TV before she was a missionary, but she really didn't know that much about **** and she certainly wasn't going to refuse and risk offending God. She took a tentative sip and made a face. She didn't want to offend but it tasted horrible. From The look on Sister Sorenson's face, she didn't like it either.

"The first taste is always the worst," Steve told them. "With the second taste, you'll start to like it and with the third it'll be the best thing you ever drank. So drink deep, just like your book said you should."

It was in the Scriptures, after all. The sisters drank deeply and they did in fact like it. They smiled up at their host, who raised his own glass toward them in salute salute.

"Here's to Jesus and his miraculous wine making!" He said.

"To Jesus!" The sisters agreed and drank deeply again. It really was the best thing they had ever drunk.

"Anyway," Sister Sorenson sad as Steve generously refilled their tumblers," What we wanted to tell you today… Is about a plan…"

Sister Brown could see that her companion was struggling to come up with words so she jumped in: "iss the plan of salvation!"

"Tha's right… tha's righty… Heavily Father has a plan… Plan of salvation… That's totally it. What Sister Brown said…"

Sister Brown took another gulp to wet her whistle, and because it really tasted wonderful, then plowed ahead since her companion was having trouble.

"You see, it's like this," she explained, feeling much more confident than she usually did on the first discussion for some reason. "Before we was born we were like, these spirits and we lived with our Heavenly Father and we didn't have no bodies."

"Nobodies at all!" Sister Sorenson affirmed and then giggled. It was kind of funny, now that Sister Brown thought of it. She giggled to then pushed forward.

"And so Heavenly Father and Jesus they like have a plan that we should like come to earth and have bodies," she said.

"That's really interesting," Steve said, seeming genuinely interested. "So God's plan is for us to have bodies? Why does he want us to have bodies?"

"So we can have, like, experiences," Sister Brown explained. "And, like practice being more like God. Because Hev'ly Fafer has a body, so he wants us to have bodies too."

"So your body is like a gift from God, right?" Steve asked.

"Tozally!" Said Sister Sorensen, holding out her tumbler hopefully.

"So you really want to show God that you appreciate your body, right? I mean that only makes sense," Steve said, emptying the bottle in the blonde missionary's vessel to her companion's disappointment. "And with you two having such great tits, I bet you sure appreciation all the time. You probably appreciate your body is more than most people."

"I feel really blessed by my breasts!" Sister Brown agreed, feeling a tremendous pride in the gifts God had given her.

"Blessed breasts is bests!" Sisters Sorenson exclaimed, then giggled into her wine.

"Oh Sisters! I hate to have to be the one to tell you this, but calling titties breasts is really vulgar," he told them. "In polite society, you really should call them tits, titties, boobies, jugs or fun bags. If you go around calling them breasts, people are going to think you're sluts."

Sister Brown blushed incandescently.

"Oh my gosh!" She said. "I'm so embarrassed! I got them mixed up!"

"Oh don't be too embarrassed, Sister Brown," Steve told her, patting her knee. "The words we use are just a social construct. God doesn't care what you call them. He cares that you appreciate them, just like you told me. Of course, that does make me wonder why you're not playing with your titties. You told me you appreciate them and that God gave them to you so you could experience them. So he clearly wants you to play with your titties and enjoy them."

"Well... I...." Sister Brown stammered. She didn't want to disappoint Heavenly Father, but she'd never played with her br...titties... in front of a man before. Her right hand moved slowly towards her chest but she hesitated, certain that God wanted her to show manual appreciation to her titties but just as certain that she shouldn't act lewdly in front of a potential convert.

"I mean, it says it right here," Steve said, picking up her scriptures and opening them up. "Oh sisters of the church, be not ashamed of thy titties, for they are a gift from God and to fondle thy titties is to glorify the Most High! Therefore, I say unto you, if thou art faithful, take off thy bra and squeeze thy nipples that they might be hard so that all that see thy hard nipples shall bear witness to the glory of God in thy titties."

"I'm faiful!"Sister Sorensen proclaimed dropping her empty cup and ripping her dress in her urgent if clumsy attempt to do as the scriptures commanded.

Not wanting to be less faithful than her companion, Sister Brown pulled off her own dress to get her bra off. Despite Sister Sorensen's head start, Sister Brown's bra hit the floor first and she squeezed zealously at her nipples through her garments.

Fireworks went off behind her eyes and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir seemed to ring in her ears. She shuddered and felt so very, very blessed.

"Jesus WANs me fer a sunBEAM!" Sister Sorensen sang. "To shine for him eash day!"

Sister Brown turned from her own titties to see that her blonde companion was busily mashing at her boobies and had popped them out of the cups of her garments. She had a lop-sided smile and a bleary stare.

"Hey, is Siser Sorsen drunk?" Sister Brown asked. "Am I drunks? We can drink wines, I get that, but I don thing we're spussa get drunks."

"Well, you're probably just a little tipsy, Sister Brown, but Sister Sorensen does seem a little more effected," Steve said. "You're obviously the more mature Sister, Sister Brown."

Sister Brown beamed, proud that it was so obvious, as her companion continued to sing "A summmm bean! A sum bean! Jeebus wash me for a sum bean!"

"I think I have something to sober her up, though," he said. "You just keep enjoying your titties and I'll be right back. I know playing with them like that must make you really horny, but a faithful Sister like you can handle it, right? At least for a little while."

"For a little while..., Sister Brown agreed, suddenly very aware of the growing warm dampness in the crotch of her garments.

She could handle this, she knew, admiring her fine titties and the hard nipples that proclaimed the glory of God. She was the more mature companion, after all.

"In ebry way try to please him!" Sang Sister Sorensen. "At home, at shool, at play wif my titties!"

Sister Brown shuddered. She could handle it for a little while. What happened after a little while? And what was Steve getting to help Sister Sorensen sober up?