"Oh, sure, I'd *love*to," I replied, judging that she wasn't just being polite."Oh, good! We can have tea."Tea. It *would*be pleasant just to sit and ...alk some more. Gwen and I seemed to be on the same wavelength, and sometimes I felt we could just talk forever. I turned off the engine and followed her in."I *did*tell you that I rent out some rooms," she said as we approached the porch. That's kind of interesting. I wondered what that would be like. She *was*somewhat close to the university. A. He liked the contact. Her body was pretty fit and her large, matronly breasts felt good pushed against him. His still virginal cock had swelled with the stimulation so he didn’t push her away. He’d never had a woman this close since being small with his mother. No words yet. Her head pulled back and she kissed him. Wow! That felt good and he clumsily kissed back, learning from her. She pulled a hand to the nearest and still clothed breast whispering to him, “Touch and squeeze it. I want to get. My god! It's so long... and so big, Papa!"It's waking up... to greet you, Laura."Laura just smiled."Would you like to take it out? So that you can see it better?"Shyly she shook her head to mean no. Taking out would mean touching it. Actually she wanted to but she was too shy."But you can't see it clearly because of my shorts." Can, Pa-pa... I can see." She felt embarrassed at looking at her father's manhood. It's still getting bigger, Papa.Her father's organ was now jerking up against the. Several men recounted the tearful admission of such activity by their wives who had fallen for the Rev’s bullshit. Their marriages had survived for two reasons. First, the wives had become much more interested in sex with them, which was greatly enjoyed. Secondly, the Rev had often brought along a comely Prayer Assistant who accepted cash donations for the opportunity to “pray” with her and allow the deposit of liquid love offerings within her “holy sepulcher”. In many cases it evened out and.