"I love you too, Mom. Just please don't ever stop loving me, no matter what," she cried."I won't, sweetie, but what's with this 180? We talked a coupl... hours ago, and neither of us were anywhere near to breaking out the 'L' word." People just change, I guess, Mom," she answered, looking at me. "Maybe it is just the events that happen to them that causes them to change, I don't know exactly," she responded, rubbing her stomach.I kissed her forehead. "Just please don't ever tell me you hate me.. The first was a cart with the mattresses, pillows and sheets. It also had the lamps, candle holders, candles, and the oil for the lamps. It appeared that the different merchants had kept track of us and had consolidated their shipments. This was followed a short time later by another cart that delivered the rice, stove, charcoal, and other kitchen and dining items.The last to arrive was a large cart with a klong jar in the back that held part of the water that we had ordered. It pulled up close. He mutters in Latin, in between his pleasfor forgiveness, as I continue to thrash his small priestly ass, theGregorian chants on the cd making me even hornier. Soon, Fr. Joe's small ass is criss-crossed withcross-shaped welts, those smooth globes of priest-ass now a fiery, angry red.I can see his stubby, angry-looking dick up against the desk edge, droolinglube onto his shirt front as well as his desk. I put down the cross, and tellFr. Joe that I am about to instill the. I waited a moment to answer her; I had to get past the shudders she was inducing."They were in a boat. She was, uh, can I say "blowing" him?" Gawd, yes, you can say that. Like this?" Back to where we started."Yeeahhh, ohh, mmmm. Yeah, she did, I think, aaahhh, something just like thaaaaattt . . ." Mmmm and what did he do?" I, uh, uhoohh, think he hhhhit her."She lifted my hand to the side of her face. She looked up at me, and smiled around me, and nodded."I don't want to hit you, honey." Wai.