Mary witnesses for Taylor, with Mandy attending

Mandy lies on her bed, her head propped up on one hand, as she watches you with Taylor. She runs her fingers through Taylor's blonde hair as you worship at the young lady's Heavenly Gates.

Taylor's hips quiver as you love up on her. She's primed, she is, for a quick trip to touch Heaven.

"Mary Forbes turned me into a lady lover," Mandy tells Taylor. "She's got you too, I know. I've sent you to wash your face more than once after you were eating on Missus Love Angel's pie. Wouldn't want the customers to get the wrong idea when they smell pussy on your face."

Taylor whimpers. "I'm a bad girl."

Mandy sniffs. "Don't let Mary hear that, she'll slang you up and down. We're all God's children, we're doing our best. Mostly. So she's going to teach you how to eat me out, girlie?"

"Oh, oh," Taylor moans. "Yes."

Taylor's waters rise, wetting your face with her lady juice.

"Well, I'm gonna be safer than that brother of yours, Tom," Mandy says. "From what you say, all he's got going for you is his dick, and he's not any too careful where he puts it. Come to me. Or go to Mary. Mary's ready for you, anytime, to witness you all the way to Heaven."

"Oh oh oh!" Taylor says.

Taylor's hips rise and fall, sliding her lady-lips up and down your nose, tongue, and chin.

Mandy moves her hand to cup one of Taylor's full, heavy breasts. "Mary probably knows some likely fellows from her church, if you're wanting a fellow. We can find you a better Mister Right Now than that rascal Tom." She pinches Taylor's nipple.

"Oh, OH!" Taylor cries out.

Taylor's hips jolt, pressing her Heavenly Gates to your mouth. Her body tenses like a bow and string, waiting to launch her soul into the sky.

"There you go, hon, let Mary take you home," Mandy says. "Heaven knows where Mary learned to love up on the ladies, but she's got a lot of miles on that tongue of hers."

Taylor's body rocks like the mighty waves upon the sea, and her voice cries out to Heaven as she rises to touch the pleasure there, that holy gift. You feel the glow of warmth and love as you witness with her, helping her up and in. Her body rocks, shakes, quakes, quivers, and is finally still.

"Got you a good one, girlie," Mandy says. She kisses Taylor's forehead. "That's our Mary."

You go and freshen up, leaving Mandy and Taylor to cuddle and talk before you come back to show Taylor how to love up on Mandy, lady to lady, lips to lady-lips. Sometimes Mandy has a slow fire to catch, sometimes she's moody, and sometimes her thoughts are elsewhere. But she's got a salty sweet pie, and you've been on and off lovers for a long time now.