So let me explain:My wife Sophie got real caught up in this church that was social action oriented. They were going to help people in need like Jesus ...anted. On the surface, that sounded just fine but I felt like it had gotten way out of hand.Sure the homeless needed looking after, making sure they were fed and safe and had their health and mental problems looked after. But Sophie identified some other issues and took it upon herself to deal with them.She’d figured out, from talking or somehow. “Not really,” said Oscar. Putting an arm around her, he said, “Let’s go to the dining room and get a cup of coffee. We’ve got a little time before we meet with our study groups.”“Do you have study groups for all of your classes?”“Nope, I only have two of them. One for law and one for philosophy,” answered Oscar.“That’s rough. You’ve got to manage three classes without support from your fellow students,” Debbie said feeling sorry for him. The study groups provided far more than just. I found the paper and began my chores, general cleaning of the house, and making snacks for his friends to eat when they came over.It was just getting dark when I noticed the headlights shining through the window shortly before the knock at the door. Instantly my body turned and I made my way quickly to the door, opening it and dropping to my knees, my head bent down staring at the floor in front of me. I watched the men walk past me hearing the occasional Hey slut, or Hey whore. After five. " You think so?" Sue asked, blushing at the compliment."Like I said, I think you look like your mom." Oh, my ti -- I'm not that --" I think you are," Robert said. "But I can't be sure through that shirt, even though it's wet." What, you want me to show you my tits?" Sue asked, covering herself with her hands, feeling her nipples get even harder under her hands."Only if you want to know if I think they're as nice as your mom's," Robert replied."And if I do?" Sue asked, not believing what she was.