As soon as I turned the corner, I saw one of the lady ministers in the church, Reverend Jackson fingering herself. Skirt hiked up around her waist, an...d just going at it with herself. I didn't think I would ever see someone like her doing that doing something like that in a million years. To be honest I thought preachers stopped getting laid once they became a minister, or so I thought.She was about 55 years old as a wild guess, and she was stacked up for her age, and still had a decent shape.. “This looks delicious,” he said, studying the meal in front of him, “would you like some wine?” “That’s against the law you know,” she said sternly, then wrecked it by smiling. “Maybe just a glass would be nice.” He poured another glass halfway and handed it to her. She sipped delicately and smiled again. “Yum.” He laughed and they ate their pasta in companionable silence for a few minutes. Finally Natalie said, “So I’ve told you why I’m here, but what about you? Why are you secluded in this. "It's —" It's got all the right padding," she interrupted me. "Just in the wrong places. Too much in the ass, too much in the tummy, and nowhere near enough in the tits. Icky." So work out some," I said."I do pretty well without it, ya know?"That was true, and she proved it over and over again throughout the summer. Men trooped in from all around the country for one of Cat's blowjobs, all clutching their little certificates proclaiming them disease-free. Molly, it turned out, had done the right. Feeling his anger at breaking Tory's vase erupt, he kicked his foot at the leg of the side table, collapsing it into pieces."Well, if you change your mind..." Janet cooed, and then slowly sauntered out the door. Mitch slammed the door shut with his foot. When he looked into the living room at Tory, his heart shattered just as the vase had done.He slowly approached Tory as she was cowering in the farthest chair from the debris."I don't know how she got in, Tory, I swear. Talk to me, baby..