There could only be one winner. There was only one who was suitable.In my demented young brain it was obvious that Mandy wasn’t mature enough for me... Mrs Hubert had the experience, the feminine nous that I needed. And if she and Bradley got divorced she would get shedloads of money and keep the house. She had lied about being on the pill, so clearly she wanted me to get her pregnant.With one week of the holiday lef,t I was at home alone one morning when a car pulled up outside.It was her, my. At first it was an echo of the chant and then it burst into the chords of the first hymn. The whole congregation joined the choir singing ‘Christ the Lord is Risen Today, Alleluia!’It was hard to sing while I was crying. It was beautiful, purging, electric. Images of my sweet Renie and Rebecca flooded my mind. My children. My grandchildren. My parents. My terribly misunderstood and unappreciated sisters.I don’t know about the theology involved. The idea of any god killing his son in retribution. Louise took Ellie’s clothes and pressed them neatly and made Ellie a beautiful breakfast. Louise did not know whether she would be allowed to dress or what she was meant to do whilst Ellie ate breakfast. These questions were answered when Ellie entered the kitchen, dressed in her neatly ironed clothes and sat at a stool at the breakfast bar. “Girl, tits and nose against the wall, hands on head” This phrase “tits and nose against the wall” was going to become a well used phrase from now on.. .As we pull into my driveway she is hanging out the window of my truck letting the warm breeze hit her hard nipples. All the while her sweet ass is up in the air and that beautiful camel toe ready to be eaten. No sooner did I put the truck in park I was laying on my back under her flickering my tongue across her clit. WOW was she juice and smelled so sweet.She got real quite as I licked her camel toe up and down, side to side. I could start to hear her moan as she lowered her sweet pussy down.