"You kept me alive, I was told," the pastor said. "Why did you do it? Iwas arguing with you one minute, and the next you are giving me CPR." You don't...deserve to die, if we can help it," Rachael said. "Only theLord decides when it is someone's time." John was right, you do have wisdom beyond your years," the pastor said."If I had died then, I would not have gotten into heaven. My late wifewas there, and told me so. I need to finish up some things here first.Will you help me?" Of course,". " Me two. I've lived here all my life. Over there," he pointed uphill towards a rather rundown farmhouse. "Yes, it's a little run down... I'm too old to keep it up, or even to take care of it as it should be."I asked him some questions, to which he freely provided answers and I learned that he had lived by himself since his wife died three years ago and that they didn't have any children or other relatives.We became friends that afternoon and the next time Emma and I went up there we were. I kiss her left breast as I feel my face against her other warm bosom, this is like heaven as I can’t believe how d***k I still am as I get so horny I move back to see her eyes, then I look down to see all these lipstick kisses all over her breasts, I push her breasts together more as she moans her hands are doing the same to mine and we enjoy touching others tits for a few moments, I feel her touching my nipples through my top then I move back and this naughty slut gets a glance at my tender. "Fuck, what's going on? I started yelling out.Next thing I know this woman who's given me the d**g to make me sleep enters the room and smiles at me."You shouldn't be doing this, it's k**napping you know," I screamed at her."Oh dear someone is having a little tanti aren't they? You've already spent hours asleep on my bed. Plenty of photos showing you snoring away like you live here," she teased.I could hear her doorbell ring, and then it opened. Obviously someone polite enough to ring the.