It was a voyeur's wet dream.Out of the goodness of their hearts — yeah, right! — the church ran well-advertised athletic programs and other afters...hool stuff to keep "our precious youth" off the streets and out of trouble. By the looks of their clothes, when they had 'em on, some of these kids had been living on the streets, others merely in poverty. Trading the sidewalks for a meal and a warm shower, literally at the hands of Pisstor Paul and his fellow pervs, was a bad bargain.Free child-care. ..At times it hurted a little but the pleasure outweighed the pain part!! Then for what seemed like forever, he stopped and was doing something.....I heard an opening of a package.......and then again I felt a pull on my cock.....The bed began to move...as if he was climbing on and thats exactly what he was doing. Warmness again surrounded my ass area from his saliva......then I felt something against my ass.....Nerves rushed through me....I questioned myself is that his cock?? . ‘Wait, Derek love, I’ve just had the most brilliant idea. I’ll just move in with you. Then little Peter wouldn’t have to be out on the street.’ Peter saw immediately the diabolical nature of what his wife was suggesting. He’d have to lie in bed listening to the sounds of her being fucked every night. He’d have to watch her with someone else every day. The neighbors… Oh God, the shame of it all. His shoulders slumped in defeat. ‘I’ll leave.’ ‘Perhaps Marie will take you in.’ Emma’s words hit him. “P-promise?” She asked, voice heavy with the need to sleep.“You’ll be seeing a lot of me, I promise…” he said in an almost whisper, his soft voice and strong arms luring her closer to sleep.With her eyes closed she half murmured a response, but in a moment she was fast asleep, dreaming about the Saturday night she wouldn’t forget in a long, long time.----As he had promised he was gone when she awoke, and while she had a little bit of a hangover she didn't regret the fun she had had in the.