I tried. For so long, I tried to make it work, at least until the twins were of age, but it's over. It's all over, sweetheart. Your father's leaving m..., but I don't blame him. He has every reason to leave me. I tried to be a good Christian wife and mother, but I failed. I just hope that I can still go to Heaven, but he thinks that I was never truly saved, that I will go to Hell, and that this is proof of it. I'm a bad, terrible, awful woman. Such a sinner, such a whore. I'm a Jezebel and I'm. Meantime Molly was strokin my hair and talking to me ever softle. She was whispering in my ear and telling me all would be alright. I didn't care, I had a dick in my ass and it felt good. But I did like her smell. She had a wonderful aroma about her. He let out a low gutteral roar and I could feel his cum shooting in my ass. All too quickly it was over but it sure felt good. I was sweating and Molly was still stroking my head. Man that felt good. Chester pulled his now semi-limp. The children sat in a semi-circle in front of John, listening excitedly and yet frozen in place to his story of oceans of water, freezing temperatures, snow and waves, whales and fish and boats and coastal towns. It was all so exotic and amazing. The adults also listened to his stories, just as entranced and quiet as the children, yet managing to continue their small busy tasks of making rope by hand, weaving, matting felt, and cobbling leather boots. For much of the year everyone went. Do you want to try?” “Do you work out of a clinic somewhere? I don’t recall where you said you were from but…” “No, that’s not what I had in mind and no, I’m essentially a college professor and researcher, not a clinician with a storefront. If you want to try, we can do it here.” “Is this where you invite me back to your room for a private session?” She said with some combination of flirtation and taunting skepticism. “Well, admittedly there are a lot of distractions here which we can work.