The minister told him that, and I quote, he was to leave the church and to take that bastard child with him. The long and the short of this is that it...seems no one is willing to acknowledge you and take you in.” Ron paused for a moment to let those last words sink in.“What do I do now?” Jennifer wailed.I hugged her tighter. “Jennifer, I told you earlier that I’d be here for you no matter what.” Jennifer stopped crying and looked at me with a look of adoration.Ron started talking again, still. It was not difficult to understand the young man's fascination with what was under Heather's blouse. When she had arrived, it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra; her large, firm breasts stood out proudly from her magnificent 18-year-old body. I suppose I stared, but she didn't seem to mind. As we walked out to the car, you laughingly told me that I could stop drooling. And now, as if in a projection of my fantasy, those luscious young tits were being stroked and fondled.Suddenly, the. Then I laugh softly. “There must have beensomething in my drink.” She giggles and slides her handdown from my breast, over the rise of my stomach,fingers curving into the hollow between my thighs.“Are you mad at me?”“Yes,” I say, laughing, spreading my legs, unable tosuppress a tiny gasp as her fingertip finds that specialspot that so few males even know exists. Her lips are atmy ear again, hot whispers of passion, laced with herhusband’s name.. Everything felt rich and sensuous. The lighting made our skin look luminous and flawless, the temperature a bit warm with my robe. Small tables were scattered here and there with beautifully potted plants on them. Wood details were everywhere to add a modern artistic flair to the space. While the room was stunning it wasn’t what was drawing my attention. There were people having sex everywhere. The room was filled with gentle spa music in the background, babbling brooks and harp strings. That.