She gave me a quiet smile. “I thought this dress would be more appropriate for church.”I grinned. “It is more conservative.” I followed her in...o the kitchen where she had breakfast things laid out. She finished cooking breakfast, I prayed, and we ate.We finished our meal and Beth quickly cleaned up. She looked at me. “Marie is off on Sunday and Monday. I try not to make a mess for her to clean on Tuesday.”We left in my truck meeting my parents as we went inside for Sunday school. I led her to. By the time she got off the bus, I had worked my magic and we had exchanged numbers, agreeing to go out on Saturday. She would be making arrangements with her mother to babysit for her.Fortunately, my car was ready by the end of the day, so I was back to driving to work. On Thursday, I texted Katie to confirm that we were still on for Saturday night. She quickly sent me a text to confirm, also to give me her address.She lived in a neighborhood not exactly known for being safe. I walked up. When she thinks she has it all, she goes back in and licks at the base of his cock, lapping up the wetness from her pussy, groaning the entire time.The noise mixes with the brushing of her tongue. It makes his cock rise again. A smile returns to her face and she lets go of him, crawling back onto the bed and placing her ass high into his face. A coy grin splays across the man’s face and he follows her up onto the bed. Rolan grabs her ass cheeks and pulls them apart then plunges his prick deep. I’m not prying. What I’m saying is, sometimes it helps to talk. If you ever want to talk, I’ll listen, I’ll be non-judgmental and you can trust me.”She cradled her forehead in her palm. “I know I can trust you. You probably think I’m a fucked-up mess.”“I think you’re a mystery,” he replied. “You’re a puzzle inside an enigma inside a conundrum, Irene. I like a good puzzle.”Martin unlocked his office. Irene stepped in and sat in a chair near his desk. He picked up a stack of papers. “I have a.