" Sure, if we can find it," Ruthie said, brushing more branches off her sweater. She was certain the stone did not even exist, and that the story Juli... had read had been a piece of fiction. She still humored her, because it was a nice day to go for a walk with her granddaughter."Druids or not, you have to agree these woods seem kind of weird," Julie said, looking into the pool of dark water again.Ruth moved beside her. "Well, this pond surely looks surprisingly deep. I can't see the bottom even. Don wasn't an overly religious man, but there was something about this church that drew him to it. He wandered over to it and went inside. He noticed that is wasn't as old as it initially appeared, but still had that rustic island look that he liked. The church itself was simple, open, with hard wooden benches and a stone floor. The walls were bare except for the windows, and the front had a simple podium."Welcome friend."Don turned to see an older man with dark brown skin, salt and pepper. And every night I prayed in bed, with my rosary under my pillow.At last, the day came, and I told my mom I was going to walk over to church.“What for, Cynthia?”“Just a visit.”“They’re hearing confessions this afternoon,” she said. “You might want to take the sacrament.”“OK.”Good. It’s her idea.“Is there something on your conscience?”“No. I’m just feeling devout.”“Feeling devout, huh?”So I would have to confess lying to my mom, too.Our church was built the year I was born. It’s supposed to feel. Once I started sucking, a steady stream of milk came out to address my thirst. She told Miss Yamaha that her breast went up more than one size because of milk production. When the flow slowed after a few minutes, I squeezed to empty the milk jug, then released my suction. Maple put the other very full breast in my mouth for the second helping. After quenching my thirst I released my suction and turned Maple around so she can comfort my manhood while I fondled her large soft breasts. Maple.