They had decided on yet another outdoor eating adventure. Brenda was talking about the supposed costume ball, not knowing it was the real thing. I fel... torn between warning her, and surprising her. She was an adventuresome person, I remembered. She should take it without too great of a kick-up.Tom went into the house, and was gone for a few minutes. When he came back out, he told Courtney he had moved a few costumes out of storage. He said he had put them on the bed. The girls could try them on. " Okay, Mister Thompson," she said. "Where's my mommy and daddy?" Your mommy had to go away with your brother and sisters," I said, "and you hid out here so you could see the Pope when he came to visit your daddy. Your daddy's upstairs. He'll be okay."She took a long look at the Pope and then ran up to find her dad. The Pope just stared at me, tears running down his face."It's a miracle," he said."Yeah, maybe so," I agreed."Those Opus Christe scum —" he grew angry."I don't think so," I said,. She attempts to push me away as her inner thighs crash against my head. She grabs my head, thrusting her pussy tight against my mouth and holds it firm.“Oh, Fuck. Fuck, Fuck. I’m cumming again.”Her body tenses as she grabs a handful of my hair. She takes a deep breath. Her head is rolling from left to right. She drives her hips upward as she pulls my mouth tighter against her clit. She cries, “Oh God.” as she interlocks her ankles behind my head and bears down. Her body muscles become rigid and. She knew from her other cases that there was a whole lot of Mommy/Son, Daddy/Daughter fucking going on out there in the suburbs, but adopted incest, this was a first. If Walter was fucking Patty, it wouldnt bother Margaret in the least. To the school board and the local PTA, Margaret came across as a modestly-priced counselor who occasionally helped out boys who were having problems in school. What the school board didnt know was that Margaret helped out most of these boys by letting them fuck.