That is why I wasn’t driving her to the church for her meetings at the beginning of November... “Deacon, you remember Jules?”Marcy asked when we...were having breakfast at the crossroads diner on Monday morning.“Sure, you are the pastor’s wife,” I said.I said it to the woman who was walking by.“I hope I’m more than that. I assume you hope you are more than Marcy’s dad, “she said.“You do have a point. Why don’t you have a seat and join us for breakfast,” Marcy asked.“Michael should be here soon,. Gossiping, I guess." Yeah, I understand," she replied. "But this was something that does concern... you. Well... us." Okay," he said, keeping his voice neutral."Dave said that he and Collette... well, they haven't been together since... since Dave started dating Sammy." Oh," said Morton, mildly surprised."And he said that he knew his sister would never... would never, you know, go out with you, or, with us, while you're dating Patty." Well, that's okay," he replied, sounding philosophical. "I. As usual I like to lie next to M and ask her to tell me more while I wank myself off. She tells me that on this day her black rasta boyfriend, the skinny one with the big cock, arranged to pick her up early one Sunday morning to take her out. She said this was strange for a number of reasons, for starts where are you going to go on a Sunday morning. Anyway she tells me that he drove her back to his flat and he asked if they could go to bed. M wasn't too bothered by this, she liked V and as she. The future of my marriage was on the line, but in that instant, I was more concerned about what my daughters would think of me and the antics that I and their father had got up to.“It’s okay Mum. We stopped thinking of you and Dad as perfect a long time ago. I know you’re our parents, but you are allowed to have a sex life, and fantasies, and to do dumb stuff like the rest of us,” she continued.I knew they were trying to make me feel better, but being spoken to like that by my two daughters.