I was intrigued and really wanted to meet the head pastor (Alexander or just "Al" around town) who had the balls and the ambition to put all of that t...gether.Lovett was indeed an odd place, so having a very odd church pastor didn't seem to be at all out of place. "Father Al" was a very jovial man with a fat belly and a heart apparently even three sizes bigger. His age seemed to be indeterminate. He had first come to Lovett in the late 1960's but he didn't seem to be any older in appearance than. " Good," I said."Are you actually going to take the Jessa sisters?" he asked me. "Or are you just forcing them to break themselves up? If they do, they go to the top of every guy's list." Alba is fucking gorgeous," I said. "Marissa is strong enough to be the hen-mother for my concubines, but there's a difference between sisters and concubine-sisters." If she isn't fair, Maria would fucking lose it," Stephen said with a nod. "Yeah, you can't play games with that shit." Unless Marissa can treat. I couldn’t wait any longer.I slid the head down and pushed forward. My mouth opened as her hot wetness engulfed me. I pumped my hips slowly, savoring the slick velvety feel of her pussy. I had just lost my virginity to my drunk mother. I instantly regretted that I hadn’t done it years ago.As I pumped my hips a long moan came from her throat. Her body was responding to me. Her chest raised and lowered and her hips thrust against me. She slipped her hands up above her head, opening herself. Again, we caught the bus, into town then changed to the Dover bus, alighting at Capel, a village on the cliff tops, here we had tea and buns at the little cafe tucked under the cliff top, we sat in the warm sun hand in hand and using the 5p in the slot telescope we watched cars in France on the cliff road, it was so clear on that morning. We had tea and donuts, then together we descended the well-worn chalk path and steps down the cliff face to the plateau 200 plus feet below, it`s an area I.