There was a booth where a very obese man, around his mid-forties, was sitting and sleeping. In front of him on the counter was a small bell. I rang it... “AH! What, what? Who are you?” The man said in a strong strange dialect after being startled by the ringing bell. “Hi, I’m Eric. I just arrived with the…” I was able to say before the fat man interrupted me. “With the train bla bla bla, you city slickers, never coming here to buy or invest something. Tell me where you’re heading so I can get. .. well, a number of years ago anyway. What a tender sweet pussy she had, and those tits of hers, they stood up with the strength that only is found in the young, much different than the already sagging breasts of his wife. Next to Cindy, Esther's age showed much more intensely. But Cindy, oh how he loved that body, how he loved sticking his over-active cock into her seemingly always hot, wet pussy. His cock stirred at the thought of that cunt. He almost felt ready for her again."Jesus," he. But couldn’t go much because of the bed’s headrest. I moved towards her and took my left hand across her back.I held her waist and pulled her more towards me. We again got engaged with the lip fight. I took my right hand and held her boobs in my hand. I started kneading them. She put her left hand on my hair and started to pull me towards her.Then I slowly took her nipple (above her top and bra) between my fingers and started to twist and pull it out. She suddenly broke the lip kiss and fell. That was why she stopped going. Now here she was again. In a church with a man whose behavior was a cross somewhere between a caring reassuring suitor, and an overbearing beast. The very thought of what was happening this morning was somehow unnerving, then reassuring, and but terrifying all at the same time. Here she was reliving a time from her past she’d thought she’d put away. She was with the man she thought she was in love with. She was carrying his child, but she still wasn’t at all.