My grandfather and mother are sitting with him and talking to him. They saw me coming and introduced me to him. He is one of my grandfather’s friend... from our village who has settled in US. Every year he comes to village and they spend time together.As he is not there, he has come to take my grandfather with him for a few weeks.My grandfather said he will have a word with my dad and then they can leave in the morning.I felt happy as my mom will be relieved from his bitch fucking sessions and I. You're a beautiful woman." Was this some type of corny come on? I looked over and his brown eyes lit up his pensive countenance. Why did it seem so sincere? I felt less like a mom approaching middle age. "Michael, you're a nice guy, a young guy. Let's just leave it at that," I said in the most motherly manner I could muster. Michael reached out and gently put his hand on top of my right hand which was resting on the seat beside me. Then I did something that I've wondered about every day since.. "Leave your hands at your sides!" He ordered her, seeing her hands clench, but fall back down again. He jerked her head back onto the head of his cock, her lips so tight around the throbbing member. "Now, use your tongue again, rub all over the head inside your mouth, make it quiver in your mouth."She was so humiliated, being used by Father John, naked, her head held tight, her mouth used to masturbate his sword, just like she had been forced to do with her hands. Her hands clenched tightly,. I'm getting all the stuff ready to make pasta alla carbonara. I was gonna wait until you called to start heating the pan." Heat the pan, princess," I said.I walked into the trailer to find the smell of garlic and onion and bacon. She was doing it. Our biggest pot was boiling on the back burner with the pasta. I saw a little bowl with freshly grated Parmesan cheese. And with that smile and those eyes, she could've served me a plate of wood chips and I'd've been happy, but she knew that I favored.