" What do you mean? What way of life?" I was raised in a Mennonite community." Huh?" I'd heard the word before, but hadn't really known what it was."M...ennonite. It was an offshoot of the Catholic church which began back in the 1500's in Switzerland." She went on to explain how the religion had come to exist, and how each community tried to keep itself completely separate from the non-Mennonites in the area. Some of the more radical groups went so far as to be completely non-compliant, even going. Struggling to disguise my embarrassment, I quickly covered myself up and said “ When did you come in and why didn’t you knock? ”She stared back with a look that mixed sympathy and amusement and replied: “Well it seems now that I should have…”I looked back at her. I never ceased to be amazed by her physical appearance. Tall, nearly five – eight, slim, she was in her late fifties, but she did not have any extra ounce of fat on her. Green eyes, silver hair, fair complexion and red lips. Her red. I fucked my dad. Zaria messages back.Shut the fuck up! Really? Was it good?Oh fuck yeah. But he ejaculated on my belly.Next time. I got to go. My dad is coming.And with that, Yesenia is gone. Zaria is jealous. Her best friend and father will be playing all day while she is all alone. So the girl putters around the house or lies in the sun. She has been wet all day, running last night over and over in her mind. Her daydream is eventually interrupted by the ding of her phone.Are you there?. Then she got kicked out of her apartment and my Mom felt sorry for her. She offered Aunt Brenda my room, which meant I was moving down stairs in the basement. I quickly packed up my room and went downstairs. I put all my boxes on the far end of the basement. There was a small two stool tiki bar in one corner and a big brown leather couch with TV in the other corner. At night I had to blow up the mattress to sleep on the floor. I just kept shaking my head as I got the basement looking a.