I know you have feelings for me, but I don’t have the same feelings for you. It’s not that I don’t love you, but I don’t love you like you lov... me, Bethany.“I really like being with you, and honestly, there are times when I wish I was different and could be with you. But I know myself well enough that I know I’d hurt you, badly, at some point. I’d love to have you as a friend. In fact, I think you could be my best friend. That’s the best way for us to be together.“To be honest, I don’t know how. ”“That must have gone over well at home!”“My dad is an atheist, and he decided he’d seen enough of the Roman church by that point that he insisted I go to public schools from that point on, instead of trying to get me back into the Catholic school.”“How did your dad become an atheist?”“World War II. He was a sort of typical New England Methodist beforehand, you know, go to church because it’s the thing to do, and once he saw war, that was the end of his belief in God. Any god.”“That must have. This brought a smile to my lips and I turned around just in time to see the stallion mount his sister. This time, she did not fight him off and even pushed back slightly, easing his rock-hard manhood into her slit. Oh yes! she moaned as her brother began slowly, sensually rocking back and forth. He was no longer in a hurry. Taking his time would ensure both he and his sister had the best sex of their lives. Suddenly feeling left out, I decided it was time for me to join in. As much as I would. . Who was she? A widow or a family friend?" I nodded my head, "both... she was having problems with her hired help and I fixed them for her. She was/is a very beautiful, fine, upstanding woman whom I'll always love I guess."She dropped her eyes and whispered, "I hope you say that about me some day Wes. That kind of love is rare and worth suffering for baby."I stood up and took her hand to help her rise then scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I stopped, "Which way?" She.