The Pastor of the Church

 For some time now, I can't stop thinking about the shepherdess. She's 56 years old, but her body is dying to be ravished. She's tall and has curves that drive me crazy. She's curvy, no beating around the bush. Her hips are wide, her waist is well-defined, and her large and firm breasts can be seen through those damn dresses she wears. 
 But what really kills me is her ass. Although she wears those dresses, that huge butt is so big that there's no way to hide it. I'm dying to get into it again and again, imagining how it would be to have her as a doggy style and crashing into that enormous ass. The idea of being stuck in her, feeling her butt move and adjust, drives me crazy. I imagine giving her spanks while penetrating her, and that thought only intensifies my desire. 
 
 Every time I see her move, that ass wobbles in a way that makes me think about how incredible it would be to hit her again and again, enjoying each hit and each movement. Although I know it's crazy, it's the pastor and all that, the desire I feel for her is so strong that I can't think of anything else. The fantasy of being with her, crashing against that huge ass, consumes me completely. 
 From a while ago, I've been responding to the pastor's Instagram stories, trying to get closer to her. She has always been very kind in her responses, commenting on my way of dressing and how I look. Sometimes, our interactions are light and friendly, and that has allowed me to form a small connection with her. A pool party is coming to the church, and I've been invited. The thing is that only those who hold some position in the church are invited, so I'll be one of the few who will be there. I'm the photographer, so they gave me a pass to cover the event. The party is going to be small, with just 12 people total: 8 women, the pastor, her husband, their son, and me. 
 The shepherdess approached me while I was in the church. With a smile, she started the conversation. 
 Hey, Kevin! I wanted to talk to you about the pool party this Saturday. As you're the photographer, you're invited. 
 I responded with a smile and a touch of playfulness: 
 — Hi, shepherdess! It's great that those with a role in the church are invited. But, please, make sure to bring your bikini. If not, I think I'll have to reconsider my attendance. 
 She laughed and replied: 
 Ha ha, okay, yes, I'll bring my bikini. Is it so you can see me or just for the party? 
 With a playful tone, I said: 
 Well, a bit of both. But really, yes, it's to see you in a bikini. 
 She smiled, but then leaned in a bit towards me and said in a lower tone: 
 Remember not to make those comments in front of the pastor. I don't want them to be misinterpreted. 
 I realized she was being careful and, at the same time, there was an interest in her tone and attitude. I responded with a smile and a touch of complicity:  
 I understand, I'll take it into account. I wouldn't want to cause problems. But it seems like you're interested in my comments. 
 She smiled softly and added: 
 Okay, I've noticed that you always reply and give hearts to all my stories. It seems like you really enjoy my content. 
 I responded with a sincere smile: 
 What can I say? I like staying on top of what you're doing. And if that means seeing you in a bikini, well, how great! 
 She smiled again and said: 
 Well, I'm glad you're excited. See you on Saturday! 
 I assured him: 
 Definitely, I'll be there with my camera ready for everything. I don't want to miss a minute.