I have discovered on January 17th not one week ago a man named Henry Grace entered a bar where two loyal soldiers to the faith were enjoying a few dri...nks of fine apple cider and teaching others about the impact that choosing god has had on their lives at large. When a drunken Henry Grace apparently slashed one of the men, and slammed the others head into a beer mug and left the premises running like a coward into the dark of night. Witnesses report that the man was drunk with rage and like an. I walked through to the back as he asked me, I then sat down on the sofa. He quickly followed me in, he sat down next to me and put his hand on my thigh.He asked how I felt, I told him I was ok, he asked if he could see my body, he told me to stand up and remove my clothes, I slowly and nervously removed my top, then my tracky bottoms, he could then see my lil bulge in my boxers, so he knew I was turned on, he then told me to remove my boxers for him so that he could see my cock, I did as he. The strange feelings were multiplying rapidly. After several torturous minutes, I think she might have gotten bored with it because all touching stopped. Then I felt her lay next to me, almost cuddling me. We hadn’t laid together like this since we were kids and would share a bed on sleepovers.Without a word, she kissed my nipple.I know, I know, I said we were straight, and we are! I also said the tickling wasn’t going to take down the lesbian path, but it wasn’t the tickling. I have no idea. “You, too?”Tommy stroked his mother’s ass gently, then gave it a loud, sharp slap. Joan straightened up quickly, gasping in pain, but still holding her skirt high. She gathered it about her waist as if she knew what was expected of her. Peggy gazed at the bushy hair of her mother’s cunt. Joan wore nylons, with a garter belt, and high-heeled shoes.“I don’t understand this,” Peggy said, her voice very low.“You don’t have to, cunt,” Tommy said. “You just have to do what you’re told, that’s all..