I could glimpse her fingers moving beneath her raised thigh sliding along her labia. “I haven’t” Janey protested losing the upper hand she want...d. “Oh you have... you’ve been spying on Kevin, looking at his cock.” “No” she answered as once again her hand moved to cover her breast. “You didn’t go in there with your friends... didn’t watch them play with his hard cock?” Janey now looked like a rabbit stuck in a pair of headlights as Mel raised her other knee on to the bed. “You didn’t touch. .. we want to be able to support ourselves and the Faith as others do." Sisters, I too have a web footprint." Both of them looked startled. "I'm sorry to say, I haven't thought about my responsibilities to those who read my material since I went to Texas. Still, we have a cell phone tower nearby. And where there is a cell phone connection, there is wi-fi, and where there is wi-fi there is the Internet." That is so," Sister Catherine replied. "I do software; my sweet Sister Abigail does the. Daddy would be so proud of me. I couldn’t wait to get home, ride his cock in his study, and whisper all the nasty things I had done today while he took his cut of my earnings. Mother was happy about the extra donations, Daddy giving her the money for Sunday donations. She thought I was collecting for the church now. At least, that was the lie Daddy told her.Mother was another woman that could stand to be a whore. Then Daddy wouldn’t cheat on her with me and Donna Paxtor and, I imagine, a few. “Okay, I get what’s happening here,” I said to a keenly interested Doc (Darren and Chuck were equally curious). “I had barely started college when I started dating around like a male slut. Either you parade them in like a procession, or we’re not going to follow the timeline like we did last night.”“What are you talking about?” Doc laughed. “Just because you’ve put forth that fiction all these years doesn’t mean we buy it for a minute. ‘Male slut?’ You were as much that as a mail slot. You.