In only a few minutes, we had a fifty-foot-long ruler laid out on the ground.Neeka and Brute went back toward the house and partly up the slope to get...a good view. I walked to the first line and backed off all the way to the hedge on the property line. I would have just under a 100-foot run-up.I stood with one foot in front of me, breathing deeply and trying to relax. I tranced and visualized the run-up and the take-off just at the first white line. I went over what I wanted to do again and. Father Petrou was about five years older than me. He was different from other priests. When you had a conversation with him about religion, he would never force you to go to church or pray, but still, you felt closer to God.On releasing him, I said. “It’s good to see you, Father Petrou. My mother told me you wanted to see me about something.”“Let us walk George.” We walked out of the church, making our way to St. Barnabas Church which was a small walk away. “Your mother has told me about the. We made some small talk mostly her doing the talking and she then said you don’t have much to say are you always this quiet. I just apologised and said I’m just a bit shy. Have you always been shy she asked and I said no when I was a bit younger I wasn’t. She asked why now then and short reply was ex-wife syndrome to which she laughed and asked would I like to go to the bar she saw me in the other night and I said I’d love to. Over drinks we chatted and gradually I relaxed more and more and. "Stop!"Theresa pulled her cock from my weary mother and all but Melissa turned their heads to see what the 'prize' would be.Gerald looking disappointed at his mother explained the next scene in our debauchery. Mother and Theresa stood facing the fireplace, bent over to grasp their own ankles - wide soft asses facing their son's. Melissa, having slowly recovered, and Janet stood to the side of each of these bottoms holding a ping-pong paddle."In time ladies!" Gerald began a slow torturous count.