Jenny was older, but spectacularly well toned. Her long reddish-brown hair was done in a French braid that cascaded down her back to just below her wa...ist. Her dark, wire-rimmed spectacles gave her green eyes a scholarly look. Her blue, men's, oxford cloth button-collar shirt was starched and tucked into the top of her dark blue Levi Jeans. Her boot-cut jeans broke slightly at the bottom over her black, lizard skin boots.Her daughter, Stephanie looked like they were almost twins. Her mocha-sun. I stopped in the hall just outside the door and heard Dana’s voice on the phone. She was talking to someone about something she had found in my parent’s bedroom.“I’m telling you, it’s two headed. It’s like that one Sherry has. The one her and Beth use on each other.” There was a pause because I could only hear one end of the conversation.“There are a few things in here…” Another pause. I dropped to the floor and peeked into the room and saw Dana sitting on the side of the bed in panties and a. And when he bent me over and fucked my eager, amateur cunt, the idea that I was being screwed in one of my Sunday dresses got me so hot that I came several times.After that he wanted to know everything about my church. And I told him. I told him about how I was the only member of my family expected to go to mass each Sunday, since supposedly it had been my mother's dying wish that I be raised a "proper Catholic". I told him all about Father DeGrazia, the man who had been my priest since the. “Ah yes ... Blythe-Cranford ... his public school education and high society charade did not keep him from the animal instincts he vented upon young girls ... nor did it save him from the justice he so richly deserves, and that which he’ll so justly receive.” Agnes added her delight as Eunice listened intently, her euphoria at being placed in her position of liberty on being made part of the circle, reaching a new and erotic high.“His fall from his position of chauvinistic decadence was.