We share a look that says ‘holy shit!’ as we walk into the church and begin to explore. It looks as though everything needed for a service is avai...lable: collection plates, goblets, and even a few bottles of wine are tucked away in a cupboard. I call your name and you turn to find me sitting in a confession booth, a sly smile on my face. You tell me there’s no way you’re going in there with me but I say you have a sin to confess and the only way I will tell you is if you come into the. She said probably since they haven't fucked in over a week. I said what are you going to do since I'm home. She said go but your truck in the garage and close the door and I will let you hid and watch if you sware you'll be quite. I agreed and hurried up to put my truck away. When I came back in the house Andrea said I've got to shower quickly, he just called and he is on his way. My heart about jumped out of my chest. What can I do I asked her. She said get in our closet and make yourself a. It didnt help that I just started laughing at her, standing there trying to scold me whilst resembling a drownt rat. It was then that she changed her manner and started getting upset, I then gave her a hug and I could feel just how wet she was with her large breast pressing against me. I asked what was up and she started telling me about a big row she had just had with her boyfriend. Although I was trying to be supportive and helpful all I could think about was how good she smelt with a mixture. As we shook, he handed me a case folder with his other hand. He passed it off like you would if you were getting rid of a particularly bad smelling turd. ?What you got here, Marty,? I asked flipping the folder open as I took a seat? ?Something that’s not in our line of responsibility,? said Marty looking happy I was now holding the folder full of shit. The first picture had shock value, a blonde female spread out on the trunk of a roadster I took to be a Beemer. Her mini dress.