It was something else which I couldn’t recognize. Anyways I decided to wait.“Not at all. I haven’t had any sexual relationships with his friends... His accusations are baseless.”“My c***d let the god be with you. Let his immense power rescue you from this situation if you are innocent,” the priest replied.“But my c***d haven’t you at least lusted for someone other than your husband after your marriage?”Mom was silent for some time and then with her face dropped she nodded her head slowly.“Tell me. Once I gathered my wits, I ran into a nearby hardware store and yelled at the clerk behind the counter."Call the police. There's a huge sinkhole in front of your store. Call them right away."It took the guy a couple of seconds to register my instructions, and I'm not sure he believed me, but he picked up the phone and I assumed he was making the call. I ran outside to see if anyone or anything had fallen into the hole. So far nothing, but I could see running water in the bottom the pit, at. She could crawl on her stomach, just about, but not on her back. Besides which, she would be laying on her cuffed hands, and could perhaps inadvertently tighten them, cut off her blood supply, and then she would not have the strength to use the key.So it was to be a night on her stomach, hoping that soon, the pressure on her tits would not feel as bad.Sharon awoke with a start. the house was in total darkness, and she hadn’t realised she had fallen asleep. The radio was still playing, but there. I picked out that same pair of smooth white stockings and garter belt that Mom had worn that week when Dad and Jim had both fucked her pink pussy. To this I added a matching white lace bra to give the illusion that I might have a chest to match hers.I shaved my body completely clean of any masculine hairs until I was a smooth and soft as Mom, paying special attention that my long legs were just as soft and hairless as hers, as was the area around my crotch, my "pussy". I then put on make up and.