Please?"One look at mom and I knew it did not matter what I wanted. Chrissy was like a daughter to her already so it was already a done deal."Ok," I s...id and looked over at my parents.Dad gave me a nod that I was pretty sure Marissa was now Chrissy's responsibility. That would include telling her the rules about my room and what she would be expected to find if she went in there."It is ok if either of you want to come into my room, for now," I told more Chrissy than Marissa. "I am going up to. . Pretty perverted, right?I wasn’t thinking about getting nude when I started back to the mansion, but I missed the first little sign with the arrow on it, and I found myself going up a red clay trail that led into the grounds, away from the buildings. It felt like wilderness back here, with nothing but weeds and twisted old trees that hadn’t started to bloom yet. I looked over my shoulder. There were no people, either.No, I told myself. Nope. No. Uh uh.But by the time I finished that profound. As Betty had forecast, David Coglan, the vicar, had come to meet Wendy but had not been pushy about her coming to church. He reappeared though in mid-November to see Tim."I'm on the scrounge," he admitted cheerfully. "St Thomas's in Gloucester run a lunch for the homeless on Christmas Day so I'm here with my begging bowl." You've never asked me to contribute before," replied Tim.David grinned. "An unforgiveable oversight," he said, "but actually with the recession and the cut backs on benefits. My hands had slipped beneath her sweatpants and I felt her abdominal muscles ripple as my fingertips found the waistband of a silky pair of panties. I probed under the elastic and scraped the soft skin with my nails. She squeezed my prick gently, and a soft finger spread pre-cum over the head. As I moved my hands down her flanks and rubbed the soft globes of her ass she raised herself slightly and let me slip the sweats down over her hips, revealing emerald green bikini panties pulled tight.