She knew she shouldn't ... Mom said.Looking made her panties wet. Looking made her nipples stand ... all hard and wanting.What was it they wanted? She...would look at that singlet ... bulging ... so big between their thighs ... Oh YES!! That was what she was wanting. There was a nerve pathway that seemed to run from her erect nipples straight to her crotch ... when her nips stood, her pussy rioted.Pussy ... Jennie called it that ... snatch, cooter, cunt, slot, manhole, vertical smile ... never. Except Harry; Harry Banks was a retired vicar, small, with a fringe of grey hair round his bald head. Somehow, he fitted in the space left by Peter. He was quiet, and gentle, and wise; he would always come to us at the end of the service;"Pray for him with me, Dulcie."It was like that for a month. I lost weight until I was nearly as thin as when I first arrived at St. Jude's, but we managed. Even the evening service on Sunday; Jim and Wendy led the service, but the second week they suggested to. And that’s a damn unsettling thing from where I’m standing, Damon. Especially when you’re supposed to be taking over the company that I sacrificed three marriages in order to build. I just want to see some commitment from you. Something. Anything that says you’ve got your priorities straight.’ Turning to face his father, Damon met his eyes and set his jaw. ‘My first and only loyalty is to this company.’ Up until the moment the words left his mouth, Damon hadn’t realized how true those words. Debbie reached down and grabbed his face. She pulled him up to her and kissed him softly, but full on for five to ten seconds. Jacob again lay on her chest. They both lay completely still, but his cock was still inside her. I saw a little, white flow stream run down his balls. Debbie still never moved, she seemed to still be catching her breath as Jacob’s full weight lay atop her. I watched Jacob slowly fall out of her pussy and dribble on the cushion. Debbie sat up and placed her hand to cup.