”“He deserves it. Why not report him to the police?” she asked.“If I do that, the young girls as well as all the other women and girls in the ...congregation will be outed. Their lives will be ruined. I don’t want to punish them for his transgressions.”Mom drank a sip of her coffee. “Again, you’re right,” she said.“I would love to have fair payback.”“Ricky! That would be proper!” exclaimed my mother.“I know, right,” I said. “Maybe I should have the fathers beat the shit out of him. What do you. One hand played with her nipples while her other hand rubbed her slit. Jeff slipped my foreskin back, then pulled it foreward over the tip of my cock. ‘Jesus Christ,’ he said, ‘and to think they cut mine off!’ He paused. ‘Don’t hit me, Jim, but I’d like to kiss it.’ ‘Be my guest,’ I said magnanimously. He was crouched by my side as his mouth closed over my manhood. I felt between his hairy legs and got a good handful of cock and balls. I glanced in Sandra’s direction. Her fingers were a blur. I laughed and rubbed my head. "Always forgetting thing's.." My mother used to say.I looked at my toned and pale body in the bathroom Mirror. My long auburn hair was like fire and my skin was like milk. My 34DD's was not the biggest pair of tit's for my age. But if you were a 21 year old single waitress from England you would think 38GG's were tiny.I Heard a dark chuckled from behind me and turned sharply and saw nothing. I wiped my forehead, setting my path from the bathroom to the bed. I. Let me go, please.” Saying this, I left her place.The next day, I had some awkward moments with her while going to my office. In the evening, John returned, which made me worry about what Sara would tell him about me. Again, at night John came to my place and apologized for what happened between Sara and me last night.He promised me that won’t happen again and took me to his place for ice-cream. Both of them smiled and offered me vanilla ice cream, which had a funny color. I ate it and.