I think I just have to make sure that Daisy doesn’t sit on her, and everything ought to work out. Besides, she’s already tasted Jillian and figure... out that she’s not food.’ Kayla wasn’t so certain of that. ‘What is Daisy, anyway?’ Kayla asked, ‘I mean what breed is she?’ ‘Well, she’s half St. Bernard. I know that because I found her mother’s body last week, months after Daisy showed up on the porch. She’d been dead for too long to figure out the cause of death, or if there had been any other. The girl looks back at him, at his long black gown, his face, his lips. Father K lets himself feel the pleasure of the situation, the pleasure of being watched by a vulnerable creature, something he does not normally do. He waits for the congregation to disperse and leave but the girl still stays watching him. He begins to wonder why. She then speaks. "I feel like a filthy slut, Father K." Father K wonders if that was what she actually wanted to be."Why do you feel like a filthy slut?" asks. She quickly removed my hand, and replied with a bone chilling stare "really!". You see, in those days I did Print fashion modeling(swimsuits,evening wear, Etc.),and only fucked model types.Of course my wife was not fat, unless a size 12-14 is fat.She forgave me, of my rudeness obviously, as marriage, and 5 progeny provide testament.But, I do believe to this day, my gaf cost me her pussy that night. Our meet ended with a kiss,before a yellow cab drove her away leaving me with thoughts of what. They all laughed.I was asked by some of the girls to put more suntan lotion on them. As I started for the first girl, she rolled onto her back and said she needed it on her front and smiled as she watched my cock get hard again. The next few minutes was like heaven again, rubbing suntan lotion onto breasts and tummies of these little cuties was unreal. Precum was dripping from my cock but no one said anything about it.Trinity asked if I would help her and a couple of other girls go back to.