I would no doubt be hard to explain to the children for instance. Was I being given a role with no real future?[After servicing their boiler for years...this time it was just different, you know?]I decided to go on my own up to the nunnery, kind of do some investigation of my own. I had to start somewhere looking for answers.I squeezed through the gap in the cyclone fence to hike up through the blackberry trail. It was getting dark so I had to be extra careful winding my way around new growth,. I had a big list to buy, so initially, I was busy looking and selecting the things I need. After picking up 90% of the items I needed, I saw a woman, fair, probably 5’7″ and an awesome ass to die for, near me. She is a married woman, probably in her mid-30s. She was wearing a slightly loose, white t-shirt and blue jeans. She bent forward to pick up some items and her cleavage was served to me on a platter. I could see her nipples clearly and those looked damn inviting. Her back and ass cheeks. He stood still for a minute as he took in what was happening, lost for words until Lee asked him what he wanted. He stuttered and stammered and said he’d forgotten. “Our Susan put you off your stride has she?” He just nodded, his eyes fixed on the action in front of him. “She’s a great little fuck Bob, gives a good blow job as well, why don’t you give it a go”. Susan begged him not to but Lee was still banging away and Bob’s wife wouldn’t suck cock so he quickly walked towards them undoing his. After all Bill was the son of a preacher and well respected in the community as a church member. My mom told me that he would be a excellent role model for me. To please my parents, I started hanging out with him more and more. A man in his mid-fifties I saw him as a kind man. He always found tie to speak with me and give me advice on everything to include sex. One day when I broke down and told him how I felt after I masturbated, he didn’t laugh at me nor condemn my actions, but reach over and.