Regardless---it was always, always the growing urgency of the need for sexual release that brought Pastor Bob back to the glory hole again, and again,...and again, and it would probably keep driving him back!There was another thing that was different between this other guy sucking his cock, and the sex he'd had with Cynthia, and that was that Cynthia had never been enthused about doing that; whereas whoever this other guy was, he ENJOYED it immensely; and that was yet another thing about this. I always placed them back in the hamper underneath her other clothing. Her white cotton panties would be slightly yellow but I figured she wouldn't notice as she threw them in the wash. Several years had passed. Lisa, now 20, was in college, and I was still living at home. She resided in the dorms, so she usually came home on long weekends or vacations. I missed her being around the house, not only because I missed her sexy body but also missed the opportunity to play with her undies. On one of. The other, I’m ashamed to admit, had more to do with my own stubbornness. If I relied on my father’s teachings, it would somehow validate our time together. I couldn’t have that. He had to be wrong, forcing me to spar with him every weekend. I mean no good could ever come of it, right? Well since our talk on Saturday, I started reevaluating my feelings and realized the heart of my resentfulness stemmed mainly from the dreaded Christmas incident. Yes, he had most definitely gone overboard with. Tom fumbled with the buttons of my blouse. I moved his hands back and took over. I performed a modified striptease for him revealing my bra and asked, “Do you want it,” indicating to my bra. He nodded his head yes as I told him to come get it. Tom reached around and removed my bra. Tom just stared for a moment then reached up with both hands to grab my tits. He moved his head down to lick and kiss my hard nipples. We moved to the couch and I lay back. Tom was still all over my tits sucking.