At Claire’s insistence I faced away from her and when I turned around when asked I found Claire with her legs wide open, her white panties pulled to...the side, and a single finger entered into her small thick lipped pussy. The absence of pubic hair, made the sight all the more clearer. As I approached her, Claire insisted that I was to capture the scene, “and not just my pussy” she barked humorously. I shot for several minutes as Claire removed her finger and sucked it into her mouth, her small. ”Larry chuckled, “You’re serious?”“As a heart attack,” I said. “Joyce was really out of control. She called me names. She called Connie names. She accused Connie of plotting against her. She accused me of falling for Connie’s trap, whatever that might be.”“Wow. I’m glad I’m in Milford, not Loveland right about now. Is there any truth to any of it?”“You know me better than that, Larry. If there is, I can’t say. Which means I can’t say that there isn’t, either. I just won’t comment.”“True. You. As soon as I opened the door into the house I could hear the activity in the living room. I could hear a man moaning, my stepmom saying all kinds of filthy things I”d never heard her say before like “Fuck me! Fuck me!”, and the unmistakeable sound of flesh slapping flesh. I peaked around the corner into the living room and boy did I ever get the surprise of my life! Here was my step mother straddling a man on our coffee table. She was wearing one of those bras that leave most of the tit exposed. The preacher was in a quandary as to what to do, and shortly, the urge to play golf overcame him. He called an assistant to tell him that he was sick and could not do church, packed the car up, and drove three hours to a golf course where no one would recognize him. Happily, he began to play the course. An angel up above was watching the preacher and was quite perturbed. He went to God and said, “Look at the preacher. He should be punished for what he is doing.” God nodded in agreement. The.