"Mom, are you coming with us?" I asked her, after I'd gotten out of theshower and dressed. She was lying on the sofa, covered with a blanket,again."I...don't think this thing is quite ready," she said, fingering theunfinished skirt. "You can help me finish it this afternoon, and maybeI can go to evening service with y'all."There were fewer people at church than usual. And there were plentywho weren't going anywhere again, or not anytime soon; when the pastor(who was now a Smyrna wolf like Dad). Peter was next to me. I his body rose and fell, sleeping in the shadows, right next to me. He looked beautiful. He was there, I could reach out and touch him. I had an overwhelming sense of infinity, as if everything rested upon this moment. Would he respond with love if I touched him? Would my touch push him away and plunge me further into this misery? If I did nothing, would he sense it and respond building more clear bricks in the wall between us? Bricks I could see through, but for some. ”With that encouragement I took her legs and put them over my shoulders. I took my cock in my hand and placed it at the entrance of my present and pushed forward. Between the lube and all of her natural juices that had run down from her pussy, the head of my cock went right in. “Sloooow” she instructed. I froze. A few seconds later she said “okay…now easy” It seemed like it took forever, but I slowly worked myself all the way in. Kimmy started slowly pulling her hips back and then pushing. After Guthrie walked out of the ablution block we made our way back to the truck.He then showed me his accommodation in the truck, after drawing back a curtain behind the front seats. There was a small area filled mostly by a double bed, and this is where he slept to save money on his trips. The one bedside table in this space was actually a small refrigerator. I still had not asked where I would be sleeping and presumed it would be in the front seats of the truck. At seven, I offered to pay.