It’s her idea.“Is there something on your conscience?”“No. I’m just feeling devout.”“Feeling devout, huh?”So I would have to confess l...ying to my mom, too.Our church was built the year I was born. It’s supposed to feel like a Gothic cathedral, except without the buttresses. It’s shaped like a cross, with a high vault in the middle and stained-glass windows on every side depicting scenes from the life of Jesus, and the Virgin Mary, and a bunch of saints I could never identify. Today the sun was. "We might need to do a few more errands one never knows these days," I admitted. The hood, as the cops called the area around the project, wasn't all that far from West End, were my converted motel was located. Not in miles, but in attitude it was a million miles away. West End was poor rednecks, but they all worked at something it seemed. Very few of the poor people in the projects had jobs. I didn't even want to know what most of them did for money. I just wanted to know that they kept it. The guy got up and saw my hubby walking to the lake, he followed me to the woods, I walked in about 20 feet to a place by some trees, there were used rubbers and stuff thrown around, it took a couple of minutes before the guy approached me, he was about 60, gray and had a nice sized cock, I looked at him and said this place is a mess, he told me a lot of the men would come there and give each other blow jobs and fuck each other, I asked him if any women came there, he said a few, I turned my. After hearing, she said, “It must be fun na, bhai?”.I said, “Yes, it indeed is, haven’t you watched any yet?”.She shook her head and said excitedly, “I wanna see one”.So I told her the names of several porn websites. Then she replied, “But yaar bhai, honestly speaking, I am not very good with this browsing and stuff. My phone knowledge is limited to Instagram and using the camera”. We both laughed hard.Then she said, “Why don’t we watch it together?”. I refused by saying that it won’t be.