Then I turned my attention to the boy and made him sleep for that day. Later after some months. I see aunt and my mom talking regarding night stay. I ...was tensed to the core that aunt is going to leave her boy and ruin my sleep like that day.At night around 8.30 I went to my room for sleeping (normally I don’t sleep that early, but I was very tired that day). My mom called me and said me to go to aunts home for sleeping as their son had gone for a school picnic and she feared to sleep alone. I. We never noticed when he arrived but over a short period of time more and more of our friends began talking about him and the wonderful changes he had made in the church's services to the flock. He was very energetic, getting out and meeting the community and families, inviting everyone to services and church social gatherings. In short, he appeared to be what a minister was supposed to be-a shepherd of the flock. For some reason, I was one of the people-mostly men-that weren't impressed with. "Oh God .. No .. No .."Sara could feel the deep internal pulsing of John's erection and she tightened her fingers around the throbbing hardness and held it so it was pointing straight up. John's breathing came in deep pants and gasps as his hips began to franticly thrust his straining manhood into Sara's squeezing and massaging hands."Uhh!! Uhh!! Uhh!! I...I..."John felt the incredible pressure build at the base of his straining member. It surged upward toward his tingling gland. The liquid joy. Other than sleep, there was no reason for me to go home. There was nothing there for me, and the apartment was now emptier than I could have ever imagined. It seemed to be smaller and darker than before.I retreated back to my old hermit self. I came to work, and I went home. After a couple of weeks of that pattern, I found out that the ladies had keys to my apartment. They tried to drag me out the door and to the Shedd. All they wanted was to just sit, talk and have a drink. I pushed them out.