The second time usually during the evening often when we were driving somewhere, I would make her cum as I was driving using my hand and finger fuckin... her silly.And the third and often fourth time, always at the end of the night before her curfew…… This went on throughout the whole time we dated (Secretly) until we got married when she was six month pregnant. My young wife quickly lost interest in our marriage and she used to put herself in embarrassing situation with the guys from my hockey. I tried to keep her off the topic of us having a future together. I was such a foolish man. So so foolish, but what man could resist hearing these tales from a young sexy girl like Clara… I mean, Alice. I was only human. I knew I should have probably sent her to one of the other priests in my parish, however, I just could not get over my fascination with her. My obsession. She looked so much like Clara, my one true love. She was so vibrant and young. Maybe young enough to change and not break. "Did you know it was a set-up?" asked Gemma."Not immediately, it was the lack of action from your mam which give it away, as if she was just going to sit and watch you walk through the living room when there's a thirty-odd year old bloke sitting there! The mad thing is, I'd had a couple of spliffs, so I was pretty stoned when it was going on. Surreal isn't the word".Gemma was laughing.I continued. "I was thinking what my move should be, I could feel your mam watching me, she'd sat in a way that. Her mood has not improved since earlier today. Peter, our son is failing High School. Dont you care? Well, of course I care, Lois. Peter says. Then why havent you been tutoring him? She asks. Aw Lois, you know how bad I get at History. He says. Ever since I had that bad breakup with Mr. Peabody. (Peter remembers back to when he was young. Hes sitting in an Interrogation Room dressed as Sherman, with Mr. Peabody sitting right beside him. Two police officers start to talk to him. Go on, son. Tell.