He hesitated, but then crossed the threshold of my doorstep and came inside.“I’m Father John and I…I…well…was just hoping to talk to all the...houses on this block about my church’s upcoming street fair,” he said.“That sounds interesting,” I said in a high-pitched voice. “Let’s go downstairs where its more comfortable and you can fill me in.”I couldn’t believe what I was doing! I’ve kept my cross-dressing ways a secret for my whole life and here I was asking a total stranger, a priest even!, to. -If you like specific pages of this story, please click the thumbs up button on those pages, this lets me know which pages people like best, and I can hopefully use that knowledge to become a better author and write more of what you enjoy.-If/When you decide to leave feedback for an author, think of it this way: Writers LIVE for words of encouragement, "Thumbs Up" "Favorites" and other forms of positive feedback. Its like crack for writers, we'd sell our own mothers for a good hit. Alternately,. "It's starting to feel so cozy in here."After getting the fire roaring, I rose and stepped back, flopping down towards one end of the sofa. Chloe quickly moved and claimed the other end. I tried hard not to stare too hard at her chest. She was wearing a worn white sleeveless ribbed wife-beater tee that clearly showed she didn't have a bra on underneath. Her generous cleavage was quite on display, but more so I could see she had the type of dark thumb-tip nipples that really required a bra's. I played it in my mind as I sat there eating and thinking. "Honey. I got myself a job as an amateur porno star and did my first movie with a black man today. He shot his seed inside me, but don't worry about getting pregnant or any deceases because I had used a douche on myself really well afterward." I looked up at my husband and saw he was smiling at me and returned the smile as I ended that thought in my head.We had a few glasses of wine after dinner and I felt relaxed after such a stressful.