" And the rest?" I don't know. I'm lost, I'm sad, and I hurt." Understandable," she agreed. "Do you think you can stay here with so many memories?"Tha...t brought tears to my eyes, but I wiped them away. "I don't think I want to, but I don't know what else to do." Can I stay here with you?" she asked."Yes!" I exclaimed. "Anytime!" I mean forever," she said. "I want to live with you and Lisbeth."Going from maudlin and depressed straight to overjoyed is hard on the tear ducts. We hugged, we laughed,. .. what would you say to us having an Easter egg for the kids? Now I know the plan was to have baskets waiting for the kids when they came to the kitchen for breakfast, but I just think they'd be tickled to death to have a real Easter egg hunt, especially the little ones."Jenna smiled big and shared Shelly's enthusiasm. "Oh I think that's a wonderful idea. Cathleen's been wishing for a real Easter egg hunt for so long. I'd love to see her get one and I'm sure the other kids would be just as. There was a dark brown shade beneath the thick white flowered fabric of each thrusting nipple, it was enough to cause the trembling to reach my shoulders so that my torso shivered. My hands, also trembling, again reached up, and I felt the old woman's surprise and pleasure as I again grasped her chest firmly in hand. This time I was more brazen as I kneaded them roughly, trying to press them together, to flatten them to squeeze them into cones - all while Diane gasped and sighed in response.A. “You OK in there, Father Jim?” giggled the girl. “I’m sorry for being so explicit, but – I kind of have to, you’ll see why soon, I’ll explain…”“You don’t have to explain,” thought Father Jim – as far as he was capable of thinking anything at all, for he was past thinking now. His mind was now fixed firmly on cunt, on fucking cunt, just like this girl was saying: cock slip-sliding in and out, grinding against engorged clit-flesh. It didn’t matter whose cunt: his years of fake fantasy sex, week.