Soft pussy-hair.Marla placed her hands at the back of her son’s head, and slowly pulled his face to her tits. She pressed her tits about her son’s...face, twisting from side to side, rubbing them at his cheeks. She cupped one tit, causing her nipple to thrust outward.“Kiss it, Bob,” she mewled. “Suck it for me.”Sally was watching with huge, glassy eyes, her lips parted as she breathed hotly.Pushing her nipple into her son’s mouth, she pulled his face tight. She cooed softly as she felt the wet. In the mirror above the sink as I shaved, I could see the outline of her body as she showered -- the shape of her breasts, of her hips, her behind and legs. I watched her turn and bend, washing her top, her middle, all of her. When the water stopped, she pulled two towels into the shower stall and dried herself. I watched every movement. (It takes me a long time to shave.) She came out with one towel wrapped tightly around her body, and a second towel wrapped around her wet hair. She. And I hugged her from behind. She said (apm poi thoonguda) then go to sleep. I said to her it is very boring to sleep. She said then what will you do. I said i want to be here with U. She said then Ok. I slowly tightened my hug. She didnt react. Then I pinched her hip. Then slowly I kissed her ears and neck. She is restless. and shook the shoulder to avoid me. I am not in the mood to leave her.In a sudden flash I lift her saree with petticoat. She doesnt wearing anyy panty. She slapped me. .. aren’t pastors supposed to be old married men?”“They don’t have to be,” Dawn chided. She liked Pastor Dan. He was young, handsome and passionate in his beliefs.“Old or married?” John joked. “Well he’s not old, so I’m I guess he has to be married.”“He’s not married,” Dawn responded.“And he can’t be gay if he’s part of the church,” John observed.“Well, that’s not a rule anymore.”“And single.” John prompted. “And probably lonely.” It was clear John had picked up on the fact Dawn had a serious.