Or a slut, and she knew a lot of people thought she was just that."You don't need to know, Shannon. It's just a comfortable little hideaway." Bill did...'t know that this was not the first time this little; one room cabin had been used for liaisons of this sort. The Reverend, a man of thirty, had an eye for young females, all of them younger than Shannon, and he had given several of the campers his own version of special religious education right in this very place.As soon as they were in the. Somewhat mortified, I nevertheless continued Mom’s face and neck massage. What else could I do? As my fear melted away, my attention was once more captured by Mom’s chest. The dim light did little to reduce the illegitimate affect of her breasts, especially since they seemed to be more available than they had been a while ago. I looked closer.Her breasts were covered but the nightgown draped more loosely over them. I could still see the dark color of her areolae and the jut of her nipples which. ‘I’m alright. Don’t be sad.’ ‘Are you going to die, like my grandpa?’ ‘Do I look that old?’ She nodded, ‘Yes.’ ‘No, I’m not going to die. You girls have to go to your rooms for a few minutes. I need to get out of these wet pants and you don’t need any more male anatomy lessons.’ They both squealed and ran. ‘Ann can you find me some sweat pants, a flannel shirt and some socks?’ She was back quickly with a selection. ‘No bathing for me tonight. I’m tired of water. A little privacy please.’ Ann. Trish was one of the college girls who worked for our escort service, and for the right money, she would turn a trick.Somehow the conversation got around to the fact that the only girl I had been to bed with was Jenny and that she could take any guy she wanted to bed, including Carl and Ted.Trish looked at Carl and asked, “Have you been screwing your best friend’s girlfriend?”Carl got all flustered and said, “It’s not my fault ... ask John. She is irresistible.”Trish laughed and said, “I know,.