But it was not to be.Robbie, my older brother, and I, attended the Saint Mary’s Catholic School down at the end of our neighborhood, the very same c...hurch our mother would faithfully attend every Sunday morning, along with many other times during the week. She was very active among the parish, helping with all of the church’s functions and volunteering to do what she could, considering it to be her duty as a good Catholic.And as you might guess, she tried to raise the two of us under the same. She sat lookingat the boy and she reached down to get her document folder, which sheplaced on the table in front of her."Andrew there's something on your mind?" Yes Miss Richards, I, I was wondering where the pretty dress from thewindow had gone?" It's still here waiting for the special little girl who is going towear it."Andrews face dropped and he stared at the tabletop; he played with theteacup turning it back and forth. He felt as if his world had justcrashed around his ears, his fantasy of. She then laughed and threw the bar of soap and my father (or so I assumed it to be). He stepped back to get Mom's entire body in frame. She was a lean and athletic woman in her late thirties, with nicely tanned skin and blond hair that was trimmed very short to give her a tomboyish look. Once the initial fright had passed she played to the camera, soaping her petite breasts. She smiled devilishly as she started to finger her pussy, running one finger down through the full blond bush just below. He didn’t know what it was, just a feeling, but a feeling he knew for sure he had never felt before. * Chapter 8 ‘What the fuck was that?’ Eowyn yelled at Kenzie when they got back inside. ‘Sweetheart, I don’t understand, you wanted Jeremy, did you two enjoy each other?’ ‘Yes I fucked him, but you were way to busy with his brother to even notice, weren’t you?’ ‘I thought you wanted me to be with Tucker… I was just… ‘ ‘Just what? Making slow sweet passionate love to a man?’ Kenzie shot back as.