Miniskirts, No Panties, Skinship, and a Sneak Peek

Sexual acts allowed during sermons? The priest is a female and must ride you during the church service? It’s standard to finish every mass with an all-out orgy? These are all the things that flew out of my head at first.

I needed to be careful. Remember, tempering. First, there were children that would be attending church. Unless I wanted the federal government to storm this town and arrested everyone in it, I would need to think of a way to bypass that to have my fun.

"Children under eighteen of years art forbidden to enter the Holy Temple. Any ye children under eighteen must go to a separate Temple for children only."

That takes care of one thing. Now the next. I ought to make the standard dress code more fun. I can’t push too far. I doubt people will show up nude… but maybe…

"At Holy Temple, ladies art to dress in skirts yond wend nay longer than their knees. Wearing aught underneath is forbidden for the Lord asketh thee to bare all before him."

That would give me something to look at while I attended church.

Now I needed something to do or occupy my time.

“During the holy sermon, it is important to be flesh to flesh with loved ones to hear God more clearly.”

There that should do it. I closed the book and picked it up. Too many more rules might alter things too much. If I wanted to, I could change things later. I would bring the Ancient book with me. I put on my suit and made my way downstairs.

“You’re coming. I’m so happy,” Mom said, smiling.

I smiled back. Mom and Mary both stood at the entranceway of the house waiting to go out. They both had on the same tops, but underneath they had on miniskirts that went above their knees. How zealous they are, I thought. I also wondered if they followed the instructions about no underwear. They were devoted Normoms, I should try my best to see if their faith is true.

We headed to our car, Mom drove, and I sat in the backseat with Mary.

Mary was looking out the window. Mary’s legs were not closed but not fully open either. I made some show of dropping my book in the backseat and bending down to grab it. I slyly turned my head while I was down there to try to peek underneath, and Mary confirmed how devoted a Normon she truly was. I could see the outline of pussylips through the shadows underneath and faintly make out her brown trimmed pubic hair. I bent down there for a while, trying to capture the moment in my head.

I picked my head back up and placed the book over my crotch, trying to hide the tent that had formed there. For the first time in my life, I had looked forward to going to church.