But this time it wasn’t a new toy, and it also wasn’t one of those rare pay raises we craved and became elated over when they appeared on his chec...s. No, he came home one night with an invitation to a church from one of his coworkers.From the moment we stepped into the “church” which wasn’t a real church as I knew growing up, things changed between us. This new and unconventional church wasn’t even in a church type building, the meetings were broke down and called cell groups and main central. One of his hands held onto the base of my cock while the left was wrapped around my waist. He looked amazing down there. So small. Your dick is beautiful. He whispered, his face just barely not touching my cock, Ive never done this before&hellip, He looked up at me. Neither had I&hellip, Josh took the head of my cock into his mouth. His mouth was warm and his tongue was soft as he ran it underneath the head causing me to shudder. He didnt waste any time and started bobbing up and down. It was. ?He went to work on her back first, moving his large hands up and down her bare flesh. She felt goose-bumps forming on her skin. She sniffed and sobbed loudly. ?Pl...please... why are you doing this to me?? She could feel his hands moving lower, touching the sensitive area just above her butt crack.?Because you?re a filthy little girl and need to be washed.? His hand circled around to her tummy and caressed the smooth flesh around her navel. She felt his finger slide into her bellybutton making. "If it happens again he'll get what he gives." I was so ashamed. Not of the old man's defense of me, (after all he could whistle the loops/he worked in leather, not wood) with the best of 'em,, but, ashamed of his appearance there in his work clothes. I've cried a million tears in the over half-century since for that shame..."No one knows the part of me that won't let go."But, back to Girl's mini-dress(es)..."Cully, if you were a girl like Girl no way would dad and I let you out of this house.