She got forgiveness from Jesus and now had it from me.Somehow, doing the Lord’s work in meeting the needs of these people desperately in need of com...assion had evolved to her spreading her legs for a half-dozen of them once a week each. At least, thank God, she used condoms but, as you can imagine, I didn’t like it one bit even though she was very honest that this is what she felt her ministry called for.When I met with Rachel, the minister, I was very direct and told her how unhappy I was that. I was the only one to notice this. She still, to this day talks to him everyday on that phone. I of course could not say anything to my brother or dad so i keep it to myself. Small things also happened, for example, christmas hugs would be longer and tighter then anyone elses, kisses on the cheek would take longer and more meaningful, and this would only be done when my dad wasn’t paying attention. This leads to the big party we have for my dad’s 49th birthday. Since it was the last birthday. There was just one problem — he had no one to share it with. He met Winifred at a party hosted by a mutual friend, now retired from the service, and Roger, ever the conversationalist, found her a lively and attractive companion. She hinted at a ribald sense of humour, and was almost openly flirting with him. He was entranced, and he decided then that he would pursue Winifred Burgess. She was irresistible. Roger called her the next day and she agreed to accompany him to the theatre the following. There seemed to be a special kind of life in it, and Travis shuddered as he fondled the thick, furry bush. One finger eased into the clinging excitement of the pubic hair and discovered the smoothness of her pussy lips. Lingering there, Travis stroked the velvet soft lips, ran his finger slowly up and down them, trying to imprint the shape and feel of them forever upon his feverish brain. His mom's cunt; his lovely mom's pussy, his daddy.