The cabin wasn’t that warm. I doubt it reached above 55 during the day with the stove burning at its maximum like it was right then. Father Xavier w...s dressed in fresh clothes, so I guessed he had had his bath already.I got up and greeted the men, then sat down on the bench beside Father Becker where I was promptly handed a plate of eggs, bacon and a small bowl of grey mush.“What’s in the bowl, Father?”Father Becker answered, “Porridge. You might know it as Cream of Wheat.”“Cream of Wheat? But. She made herself release his hand naturally. She knew it would say something if she suddenly dropped it, something even a typically oblivious boy would not miss.She wondered where that thought came from. She knew that she had come to realize just how naive and wrongheaded her former self had been, but when had she generalized that to most boys? And when did she start thinking of boys as so completely separate from her?David was thanking her, and saying he had to get back to work. She responded. In fact, the thought of him humping her Edwina from behind was enough to make her wet between her sex-deprived feminine folds and she smoothed her skirt and looked down to make certain there was no visible wet spot to betray her depravity.He smiled and she had to marvel at his perfect sheer white teeth.“I am ever so sorry, Scoutmaster. I promise I will be lots more careful in future and always do such things in a private place where it cannot be witnessed.”She had to admit his thinking was. .I need to talk to you...just come into the kitchen." I had a bad feeling about this, but did waht she asked. "Please sit down...would you like anything?", she asked. I thanked her, said no, and sat down at the table. It was another sultry day, and she was wearing a t-shirt, white satin shorts which ended a bit above mid thigh, and deck shoes. Her hair was pinned up in the back, and I could see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her gorgeous 40C breasts hung firm, and filled the t-shirt nicely. "About.