Besides, I want to see your goats. Maybe you’ll let me pick one out and Molly can teach me how to take care of it,” Momma Rita said.Molly and Tomm... liked that idea just fine. Tommy liked it well enough that he didn’t think to ask who Rita was bringing to help them.Ruth and Rita had Tommy much better organized Sunday afternoon when the children from the Sunday school class started arriving. For one thing, Rita insisted the children go home from church and change clothes first. Then either the. And as Celia pronounces that indeed I am correct in my belief that I am descending into madness Betty/Beth reached a pause point directly before our bench, no more than a dozen strides from our coffee and cake selection. Betty squats, and then, as both Celia and I stare on in growing disbelief a darkened stain started to spread from between Beth's thighs. Mid-wash turning dark denim from cunt to knee.And my cunt complied. Glorious warmth spreading between my thighs, soaking through my panties. " But he didn't do more than just... touch you... down there?"She rolled her eyes. "No, Will. He didn't hump me. If there had beenmore room in the truck maybe we would have gone all the way. Or not. Hewants to see me again next Saturday. Dutch said it'll be better if I haveto wait. Isn't he a bastard?" She chuckled. "A bastard with a miraclecock. Speaking of which, you can stay naked all night and tomorrow morninguntil I tell you different. It's good for you to have that sad. "Save my number in case things don’t work out." He whispered in my ear. I got in my car and drove away. On the drive home I convinced myself that with the stranger now out of the picture I would concentrate on the problems plaguing me and my husband. Unfortunately my growing drug habit would be a barrier I'd have to overcome first.....and that would prove to be one obstacle I couldn't conquer on my own.“Oh fuck!” I thought out loud when I spotted my husband’s car in the drive. “Time to face the.