Chris focused his gaze on her face, which was slightly broad, the eyes wide, the lips thick and fading freckles covering the pale skin of her face. Li...e his mum, she was thick boned, but by no means plump. Her hand and bare arm showed that she was at least as strong as he was.Chris didn't know where to look during the meal, despite the many attempts made by both Pam and his mum to engage him in conversation.Were his studies were going well? "Yeh." Did he play football? "Nah." Did he enjoy his. A pair of sunglasses were perched on her head; her hair precisely cut in a rather severe bob. As she sat on the stool by Karen's counter I could see her slender legs. And, while I might not be married, I've had enough experience of women to know that her hosiery was of the expensive kind, her shoes from a maker that still prized old-fashioned craftsmanship and her handbag from one of those designers that add $300 to the price by the simple measure of hanging their label from it. Karen didn't. Finally, I spoke."Father Murphy..." Yes, my child?" I don't understand why everyone is so upset?" Tyballa, you were raised in a very sheltered environment, yes?"The truth was quite the opposite, but it seemed to please people when I said that I had."Yes." Were your parents religious?" No." I see. And nobody ever taught you that homosexuality was a sin?" No. Is homosexuality what I did? Is it like being a lesbian?" Yes, Tyballa. A homosexual is someone who has relations with people of their own. "You don't get to fucking tell me how to do this. I don't know what you're used to, Mac, but when it comes to this dick, you take what I give you when I want to give it to you."I wanted to protest, to ask him to be less forceful but I couldn't. As much as it hurt, my body began to love the sharp pain on my nipples and in my ass. My eyes locked on his intense hazels as I was used. I could see he was enjoying this encounter as much as I was.His hands eventually shifted from my nipples to lay on.