Then she turnedaround and told me to wash her back. Mom’s biggest rulewas hands were to stay in back and above the waist.The one thing I always ...id first, was to soap up mydick. I would then accidentally rub it into her asscrack as many times as I felt I could get away with.This morning was no exception. I rubbed it slowly intoher bum crack. What she did next was intended to teachme a lesson. She bent down and grabbed my lower leg.Then she yanked it out from under me. I slammed intothe. Fucking whore. Nasty cunt. Slut. Then she just pressed my face against the wall, bent down to my ear and whispered: "You are dripping so much, want to get fucked, bitch…?" She spanked me harder. Suddenly she lifted my skirt and ripped off my tiny thong. Then she spanked my bare ass. I felt her putting her stiff cock between my butt cheeks and started grinding. I could not stand it anymore; I started moaning and begging her to fuck me right there.She grabbed me by the hair and pushed me to the. Trigger looked at me and realised I hadn’t said it. He hesitated and Monica said it again. He padded over to her and did her bidding. I watched as he pushed into her crotch and saw her gasp and then begin to moan. It was just about the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I imagined that had been my reaction. Eyes closed, mouth open and moans and squeals as orgasms washed over.I have no idea how many times she came. It seemed like it was just one long one. Finally, almost out of breath she cried. Thomas the Apostle Roman Catholic Church was just over a half-mile away on South Kimbark, between 54th and 55th streets, but because Kimbark, onto which the coach house faced, didn’t go through, we walked down Woodlawn to 53rd street.“Where are the pictures of Jesus and his friends?” Jesse asked when we walked into the church.The only church he’d ever been in was Saint Innocent of Moscow Orthodox Church, and it dawned on me that he was expecting all churches to be like that.“They do things.