That hadn’t happened yet, to Charley’s surprise. Every task he’d set the boy had been attacked with vigor, and completed successfully. Bobby was...an ace shot with a Sharps buffalo rifle, or Winchester. He could track with the best of them, and he understood predators as well or better than Charley did. More than once he’d taken on bear or wolf and ended up the victor.But Charley didn’t mention any of this to his niece or her husband. He knew what Amanda would say if she found out the kinds of. It was so weird talking to a Catholic Priest in the kitchen of Justin's big house. He and Angela crept around like they were walking on hot coals. I think they were shit-scared of him, actually. I guess they thought he'd damn them to hell or something.The Father left the number for an incest support group in the Parish. I don't fancy comparing confessions with a bunch of screwed-up strangers! I kept the note in the back of my diary just in case I change my mind, but I don't think it's me.Angela. ”“A gentleman would help a lady,” she said. I was quickly on my feet helping undress her. Unwrapping this angel from Heaven. Or temptress from Hell. Either way, I was lost to her charms. After a few layers, I pulled her thermal underwear top over her head and let her long blonde hair slip through the opening and gazed on Debbie with only a white bra between my eyes and her mounds. I got lucky and the clasp popped open without much effort, not making me look like a fumbling, inexperienced klutz.. In the restroom I entered a stall and lifted my dress and sat down. As I peed I felt the crotch of my bikini panties and they were soaking wet. It confounded me at first but then I realized what was happening to me. I was beginning to feel a lust for cock. I decided that I could not continue to wear panties that were so wet so without thinking about it, I removed them and stuck them in my purse. I didn't give any thought to what that implied to anyone who became aware of my nakedness. I exited.