It’s the same problem I have with Maggie’s parents, Clarissa’s parents, and Deacon Vasily. I’m guessing you’re about to tell me how difficul... it is to avoid that situation.”“It takes supreme effort,” Mom said. “And I’ve slipped up in that area. You will, too. The perfect parent hasn’t been born!”“Mary and Joseph?” I asked with a grin.“Who let their twelve-year-old son wander off and disappear in the caravan?”“Well, he WAS the Son of God,” I chuckled.“Did HE know that? Did Joseph? Mary did, of. Dressed in only her bikini panties and a camisole she looked just as she did the first night we made love. My breath caught in my throat as I slowly examined her. Her skin was soft and fair, her breasts small and tender. The mane of blonde hair she always took such care in was spread recklessly about her pillow. Her lips were opened slightly, gently taking in breaths. My palms rested against the flat of her feet. Remembering how ticklish she was I softly gripped her feet, making my way to her. She barely even felt the last one. Reaching around and feeling her scarred ass cheeks she could feel the heat though. After eating and carefully licking the last of the food from the plate with her long tongue she sat the dishes carefully on the tray and put them on the shelf to the left of the door. She then went to the toilet and release more pent up water. After carefully wiping herself she began to wonder what was next. She lay in her bed and quickly fell asl**p. Still groggy from sl**p a. When the red Mustang convertible pulled in the driveway I was sure surprised. The buxom beautiful blond that got out and ran to hug me was nothing like the girl I remembered, except maybe the smile.She awoke me in the morning for more of the same except I could pay attention to the details this time. It was lighter in the bedroom and I could see the gift I was given. Damn! I hadn’t had a piece this fine even when I was her age. Short blond hair on top, lovely blue-eyed face with sensuous lips,.