Showing how they make love

Across the video link, Irene Dong put her hand on the front of Peter's slacks, matching Dorothy's pose with Henry.

"After that prayer, my husband is ready as well!" Irene said.

"Should we let you get to bed, then?" Henry asked.

"Oh Henry, we don't have to be shy," Dorothy said. "What would you like, Irene, Peter? You're going to be our guests."

Irene's smile beamed from the screen in front of Dorothy and Henry. "Would you... would you show us how you make love?" she asked.

"I'm game," Dorothy said. "A good way to start your journey of a thousand miles and more." She looked to Henry, who nodded. Dorothy looked back at the camera and smiled. "Is that what you'd like?"

Peter Dong looked embarrassed for an instant. His wife squeezed the front of his pants and said something in Chinese. Peter cleared his throat. "Yes, Reverend Dicks, Mrs. Dicks -- Henry and Dorothy -- we would like that very much."

"Let me get Bryan," Henry said. "I'll have him move the camera so you can see more than our faces."

"I can do it, Henry," Dorothy said. "Remember around Christmas, what I put together for Doug and Doreen?"

Henry smiled, remembering. Dorothy had arranged a videoconference so their longtime members Doug and Doreen, separated by Doreen's military service, could have a conjugal visit by proxy. Doug made love with Dorothy, touching, speaking, and knowing her body as proxy for Doreen, while on the other side of the world, Doreen received the gift of physical love from a man from her unit who took the part of her husband, watching carefully to follow Doug's every touch and movement as best he could.

"Right, you're a star, Dorothy," Henry said. "I'll leave it to my wife. She's the one who really keeps the Hope Primitive Love Communion going."

Dorothy laughed. "And don't you forget it," she said. "Though we did need Bryan's help to set up the connection to China. He's a dear, and so is his wife Kathryn." Dorothy dug an extension cable out of her bag and attached it to the camera, moving the camera away from the screen and round to the side. When she was finished, the camera saw a full-length view of Henry and Dorothy in profile as they looked at Peter and Irene on the screen. "There we go."

"Ah," Irene said. "I see." She gently stroked the front of her husband's slacks as she watched from across the world, her evening to Henry and Dorothy's morning.

Dorothy slipped off her sandals and shrugged off her dress, laying it in Bryan's office chair. In seconds, her soft curves were bare to Peter and Irene's camera view. She pulled her long, silvery blonde hair into a ponytail and held it with a hairband. Dorothy knelt on top of her dress, her LOVE pendant and beads dangling down over her full, heavy breasts. She looked at the camera's self view and turned the chair slightly to show the silver-blonde fleeced lips of her pussy.

Henry disrobed and neatly folded his clothes in a stack. He stood behind his wife and spoke a brief prayer of benediction and thanks, Dorothy following along. Henry's partial erection swelled to full mast as he recited the words.

"Amen," husband and wife concluded.

Henry scented Dorothy's readiness. No lubricant needed to start off this morning. "Mrs. Dicks?" he asked.

"Please, Henry," Dorothy said.

Henry spread the lush, wet lips of his wife's pussy and entered her. Dorothy's sigh was echoed by Peter and Irene Dong. Henry saw their eyes brighten in the screen in front of him.

Henry and Dorothy witnessed in the body, sharing their love before Peter and Irene. Dorothy sang a verse of a song about how all God's children should love one another. After a minute, she put aside words to push her loins back at Henry and mingle her desire, her body with her loving husband's.

Irene and Peter watched, open-mouthed. Her hand curled into his, and she said something. He assented and stepped back.

Irene leaned over the table in front of their computer. Her husband stepped behind her, opened his slacks, lifted the tail of her flannel nightie and entered her with his penis. Irene's cry of pleasure came loud and clear over the videoconference link. When before she had seemed sincerely interested in their discussion of neighborly love, now she wore her enthusiasm in her face. Her face opened with joy as her husband mounted her and as she watched Henry and Dorothy, and as Henry and Dorothy watched her and her husband.

Dorothy, with a finger to her clitoris, was first to come, her face and chest flushing pink as she reached her first peak. Today Henry was at the right angle and splash! came a spurt of her juices. Irene Dong was next and loudest with her climax, her hips bucking and shaking with the **** of her pleasure, followed by her husband Peter, and lastly Henry Dicks, feeling the wet warmth of his wife's ejaculation, spent his blessings of joy in Dorothy's loving womb.

After several quiet minutes of breathing together, each couple on their side of the world, they prepared to say goodbye.

"We must see each other soon," Peter Dong said.

"Yes," "Yes," "Amen, brothers and sisters."