.. I’d like to get my old pastor, too.”Cindy giggled. “Uh ... we ‘ll get everybody here. You call your mom, I’m sure she can work something....Your pastor, my pastor ... Somebody...”There went the female contingent of our ‘meeting’.We shook Don’s hand, offered the obligatory back-claps.Alan mused, “Well, only one more to go and then we’re completely folded back in on ourselves, right, Dan?”“One more?” Don asked.“Yeah, has Teresa mentioned her little brother?”“Uh, Bill, right?”“Yeah,” I said.. The fullness was now intoxicating and became stronger as his fingers circled, centring in on her exposed little bud.He began rubbing his finger up and down over her clit with light pressure, and as she lay there gasping and moaning she felt a building tension in her pussy, hips, and strangely enough; ass. Seeing her getting closer, he slowly pulled. He waited deliberately, then pulled out the final inches as he felt that first wave come over her. "Oh fuck. Fuck..," was all she could utter. He. But in between all those ideas, Cicily's voice kept echoing in my head, "Good. Keep quiet about this, and let us have our fun, and you get to keep your job. Who knows? Maybe you'll get to have some fun too if you think you can keep up with us." Fun...?"I almost headbutted myself in the mirror when I said that. I stopped short and just leaned my forehead on the polished glass. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was really interested in what she and her friends had in store for me. Getting. But let them stay on to struggle anew. Later that year she had lost Marty, stomped by that stubborn old gray mule. ‘Ssshh, hush,’ the river muttered, delivering its soothing message to her aging ears, as always only to her. She had accepted one more man. Delvin, the strong stupid one. She had needed his broad shoulders to help with the work and so she had also to submit to his probings and gruntings and thrustings. At least he had demanded nothing of her but clean laundry and food on the table..