" Good. Let's go someplace with poor line-of sight." He led her off thebike path into the trees. He stopped in a small hollow between the LittleTetons...of Little Tetons Park. He looked up. "That's our drone. It'sresponsible for the blackout on your smart glasses." What's up, Lo?" I wanted to have a frank conversation. How do you feel about pedophiles?" No positive words to say." You were a victim, yes?"Chastity remained silent."I can unseal the records but I don't think that's needed. More to. Her legs were spread, her nightgown pulled up to her waist. Her husband, the Reverend Dwight Garrison's unsightly bulging flab pressed into her abdomen, thrusting madly into his wife's vagina. What the Reverend didn't see was his wife's eyes. If he had bothered to look at her in the darkness, he would have seen tears gathering there --- the tears of unfulfillment. As usual, he was out of touch with her needs, her desires. Though he was an esteemed member of the community, his wife usually came. I was bare to my waist and this older man was feeling my butt and my front and lifting my hairs, stretching my little cunt...the skin tightened...it was all dark, and quiet and sexy...these hot strange hands all over my front and back. "Sit on the chair," he demanded. So I sat..."I'm taking another picture...feel yourself." I put my hands down to protect my cunt from his prying eyes and his fucking camera! Why that word came to mind I don't know...maybe I felt he would try to fuck me...but. He jumped a bit then turned to face me “Are you sure you want to do this?” he said, placing his hand on the side of my face. “Yes” I said, “You know how long I’ve wanted to”. He sat for a moment looking at me, continuing to stroke my face. His hand moved from my face and then down to my top, clinging at the bottom of it and attempting to pull it up. I hesitated for a moment and moved away, “Sorry” I said, “We’re just moving too fast”. “Okay” he said, sitting on the bed looking nervous..