But unlike my dreams, his touch was real.His hands moved over the swell of my breasts and cupped them. I gave a start, letting out a sharp gasp like a...swimmer diving into cold water. His fingers closed over my nipples and tweaked them, rolling them around between index finger and thumb. My mouth was open, but I wasn't aware of breathing. I arched my back and thrust my breasts into his hands. Tingling jolts of pleasure and erotic waves of heat throbbed through me. I was dripping wet. I was – Oh. He more than likely thought he could save my soul because with my hard-on poking through the front of my pink dress it was obvious I was a young man. I invited Father John to have a seat on the couch and I sat down next to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off the surroundings however as he saw my “special” trunk open with all of my implements of masturbation strewn out on the floor and the porno movie on the screen. At this point there was some girl dressed as a nurse sucking off what seemed to. “Do you think you could help me?” she asked.“Sure,” I answered. “When and where?”“Tonight at 7,” she said. “How about your house?”“Sure,” I said.“Thank you so much,” she said as I gave her my address.After she walked away I wanted to jump for joy. This was the first time a girl wanted to hangout with me in or outside of school. Sure she only wanted to come over to study, but I’ll take what I can get.When I got home from practice I did what I always do, take a bath as my mom washed me. As her. My beautiful, young daughter was allowing this old, black man to drink in her nakedness and it seemed to excite her. Something, deep in the recesses of my brain told me that it was okay. The man came to her side, bent down so that his hands were on her door, stuck his head in the widow and said “Whatz a matta, little girl?” She turned her head to look at him but said nothing. He directed his next question to me but kept staring at my daughter’s chest, “Wife? girlfriend?” “Daughter,” I explained.