One year later beget our bouncing baby girl, and my hunky tattooed trick (with the eight-inch dick - I know because we measured it once) fell into the... deep, red, velvet-lined recesses of my memory. I still had some semblances of my youth - all of my hair and my macho, cut body - but I'd went from living on the edge to living in the suburbs of Chicago. It left something to be desired.Allen adjusted his golden-haired legs, spreading his thighs until his knee rested against mine."I went to one of. I told her that I came there to write a script. She was curious about everything. She saw the camera beside me and asked if I could click her pics. That was the best offer I ever got and obviously I was more than happy. I asked her stand beside the haystack and took a couple of pics. But her body was rigid and she couldn’t give any poses so I showed her how to stand. She looked damn cute the way she tried to imitate my poses.After taking few pics I showed them to her and said she looked like a. "Good afternoon Father Lester." Young Jill Ebber said with a sweet smile on her face."Good morning Jill. Are you waiting for Father Leary?"He could see the slight flush on her cheeks as she answered. "Yes Father. A private confession." Jill looked down at the floor.Father Lester nodded as he went in to the inner office for the paperwork. Lester had heard rumors from the nuns that Father Leary gave after hours confessions to a select few parishioners. The young priest didn't have a clue as to. "I know Alex is gone and I know that I will miss his big cock giving me more pleasure than I ever expected to find," she explained quietly."But, I also know that now that I've experienced what I've experienced, I don't want this to end. I want to find another outlet beyond fucking with the dildo," she went on."Jesus, honey, I don't know what to do. Let me think," I asked.And think I did and I came up with what I thought might be a plan. Since Alex had come into the picture I had started.