In a fit of pique she had thrown the candle into the nearby South Platte, forever removing the stain the flickering light had cast on her life when li...t in the evenings. As she lingered, she thought not of the shame and hardship of the last ten years at the small cabin but of the new life promised by the visits first of the priest from St. Mary’s then by Sister Roberta from the Sisters of Loretto. The small bag in her hand was no encumbrance as she prepared for the several miles’ walk to St.. She walked out and sat down opposite her and when she looked up, she cleared her throat. “About yesterday,” said Helen looking out over the garden and feeling a bit uncomfortable. “Yeah, what about it?” “I would like to apologize. I don’t know what came over me. I would also beg you not to mention anything to your father.”Candy put down the book and said, “What happened between you and Amy has nothing to do with me. I overreacted and I feel stupid. Don’t worry, I won’t tell dad, but there is. There were a lot of men older than me there cruising, I was only twenty one at the time, so as usual I went int a booth with a large glory hole. I was wearing a white bra, panties, garter belt and tan stockings under my clothes. I quickly took of my shirt and pants so that any man on the other side could see me. I had done this many, many times and within a few minutes a hard cock came through the hole for me to fondle. This time was no different, I reached down and began to stroke this big,. She was not wearing a bra. She held on to my hand but didn’t stop me. I took the opportunity to unbutton her blouse and let her boobs out.She started breathing heavily and I knew then that I could fuck her at my will. I pushed her back on the bed and started sucking her boobs. She was moaning softly. I started lifting her saree. But she stopped me.She whispered, “Not now. I’ll come back early in the afternoon when everyone is resting on the farm so no one suspects anything.” She finished her.