It was clear to Peter and MJ that Felicia was more confused than anything else.
“Aunt May got really sick,” Peter started telling Felicia, “MJ and I were offered a deal with the devil…”
“We were about to take it,” MJ interrupted, “but…”
Felicia realized that Peter was grinding his manhood between MJ’s butt cheeks.
“Another offered us a different deal,” Peter continued, “We aren’t sure if it was a love god or goddess or succubus or what; but, if we went to work for her she would cure Aunt May.”
“So?” Felicia asked.
“Aunt May is Happy, Healthy, and resting in her own home!” MJ smiled, “And we are super horny right now!”
“So you agreed to be whores for Aunt May’s life?” Felicia said bluntly.
“We don’t have sex for money!” MJ recoiled at the horrid thought.
“More like we are reverends and this is our ministry of love!” Pete smiled as he kissed MJ’s neck.
“Now,” MJ smiled, “Either you excuse yourself, or you get naked! It is time for our sacramental screw!”