On a 7-9, Mary will, if you turn her on.

"I want you now, Mary," you say.

Mary Forbes laughs, her big breasts jiggling. Her little gold cross swings between them. "Well, I am surprised, after all this, that you still had something in you," she says. "You are a caution, now, Tom. You bring me back to when I was still new at all this boys and girls stuff." She raises her eyebrows. "Though I never imagined doing anything with my brother, no sir."

"Please?" you say.

"Oh hon, why would you want little old me?" Mary says.

"Because you're beautiful," you say. "I never noticed when I saw you at work. You were all business. But you live what you believe every day." You nod to the decorations above the headboard. "God is love, and God wants us to love one another."

"You're a sweetheart, Tom," Mary says. "Pray with me."

You kneel with Mary beside her bed and follow along as she prays, calling in blessings and thanks.

"Amen," Mary concludes. When you look at her face, it's shining with joy. Then she gives you a wicked smile. "My honeybear will be tickled to know that I got to witness joy with Taylor's brother."

She mounts the bed, facing the head, and rests her eyes on the inspirational quotes, taking a quick look up at the angels on the ceiling. You kneel behind her broad, strong buttocks, admiring the wet, swollen pink lips of her pussy between the sparse tails of her brown bush, and aim your cock for the gates of paradise.