We arrived at church and we took our seats. I was bored as hell in this death trap. The Church couir slowly assembled onto the stand and started to si...g. My ears couldnt believe! A nice voice came ringing into my ears. I looked up and noticed a cute 13 year old standing doing a singing solo. She was Blonde haired and brown eyes. My eyes opened wider each time i heard a syllable she was that amazing.Each sunday i heard that beautiful voice. The whole church was invited to the Fathers 48th. She had to hide again a number of times when a park keeper or policeman appeared. Finally she was lucky and a tall, kindly looking man stopped when she begged him for money."When did you last eat?" he asked."Two days ago, sir." And you've been out of doors all that time?" Yes, sir." You poor girl. What happened?"Rosie bowed her head and said nothing."Come on, my dear, you can tell me. I won't tell on you. Promise."She looked up again. "I ran away." From your parents?" No, my mum's dead. From. She temporarily stopped protesting. I saw this as an opportunity to go further and moved my hands to caress my mother’s breasts rubbing her long nipples even harder.Looking into her eyes, I saw real anger, fear and true sadness. Maybe I am a sick fuck, but I was forcing myself on my own mother and I was enjoying myself way to much. I was also in no hurry. I wanted to play with Mom for a little while. I moved my right hand to rest on her knee. Mom was wearing pantyhose and the feeling of her. 'Oh buddy, please. I want you so much. Won't you just try for me.''O.K, but take it slow huh.' Greg pleaded.Bob took it slow, so slow his stomach muscled ached. He had spent fiveminutes just rubbing his cock back and forth across Greg's lubed up ring. How was it possible, Greg wondered, that a cock rubbing against yourasshole could feel so good? He forgot his fear when Greg's flared knobstarted to press into him slightly. He kept waiting for the pain to startand yet it never did because Bob was.