It was a lot easier for her since all I was wearing was an old pair of jean cutoffs. She looked to be in her early thirties with a nice face and blon...e hair. Hard to tell about the body since she had so many clothes on.“I’m Mrs. Danvers. You can call me Jill.”“Nice to meet you, ma’...I mean Jill.”She gave the yard a once-over and whistled her approval. She was impressed at how I stacked the bags of debris so neatly by the side of the house and had swept after myself.“You sure did a great. When I say thick I mean 2 inches across, with a big reddish head half hidden by tight foreskin. It was leaking pre-cum like a faucet, in spite of the fact I'd already gotten him off just minutes before. "I'm up here, baby bro." He chuckled. That made me realize I hadn't taken my eyes off his body since he'd gotten in."Hey," I said weakly, pulling my eyes from his delicious body to look him in the eyes. Those deep green eyes. They made me want to drop to my knees right there under the running. "Good morning Lee, are you ready to become a man today?" Yes Mam, I dreamt about it all night long." I know you were a good boy and didn't play with yourself last night, so after breakfast we'll continue with our training."After eating Ms. Mandy took me upstairs to her bedroom, she told me Uncle Jack was not allowed in her room so she left the door open so he could listen. She had me undress and then had me take her bra and panties off her. She sat on the bed and showed me what I had felt with. That was the real aim of such a state. Their friend was good at challenging the authorities; he could parry man-trap questions, he could trip up the most devious of questioners, challenge the very basis of their religion it seemed; and the authorities let it happen. Talk was what they were all good at. They were a little surprised when he lost it a day or so ago, but even there, he had a point. They had let tradesmen get rather too close to worship. Religion doesn’t need people, people need.