I was the great Bill Xxxxxx, the teacher whom everyone assumed was a good Christian. Audiences and my followers appreciated my honesty, my knowledge, ...y wit and my good character. Indeed, that's not far from the truth. I'm a bright guy and a good person. But it doesn't come from Jesus. No one's goodness comes from Jesus. There are good Christians and bad Christians. There are good atheists and bad atheists. Good Muslims and bad Muslims. Goodness is not based on religion."God bless you, Mr.. She always knew just how to get his full attention. She moved from his side, crawling atop him, her knees resting on either side of his hips. He closed his eyes, his mind filling with images. He inhaled and was surprised by the heady aroma of almonds as she poured oil into her palm, warming it between her hands before smoothing across his chest. He relaxed under her touch, enjoying each movement of her hands, each brush of her fingertips, as she worked along his body, coaxing tension from. I got more curious. Both girls had hair on their pussies. Then the two girls knelt down and the boys put their small cocks in their faces. Brie got the twins while the other girl got the two younger boys. I watched as Brie sucked both boys taking turns with their cocks until they had both cum in her mouth. When the girls were done they kissed one another while the boys cheered them on. Then they got into a sixty-nine while the boys played with their cocks to get them hard again. I had to admit. " She stopped and looked up, her eyes bright with unshed tears. Then she gave me that predator smile that set off my alarms. "Do I get to ask the same questions?" she asked. "Quid pro quo?"I stared at her for a heartbeat. For just a moment I had seen a tiny sliver of a different Gretchen than the one I had been getting to know, a more vulnerable one. Then the wall came back, as if she felt she needed to protect herself. I wanted explore this sudden vulnerability she had shown me, but something.