In early January 2012, Mom drove me to the airport to begin the series of flights that would take me to Germany. As we stood together outside the secu...rity area, she hugged me tight, and kissed me hard. I was surprised to see she was crying.“Write to me and call me every day, Johanna,” she sniffed. “I’ll miss you.”“Of course I will, Mom,” I said. Faced with the reality of leaving her alone, I was beset with guilt. She looked so forlorn that I felt my own tears well up. “I can cancel everything. ‘Ah, because I’m weak for putting my sexual satisfaction before my religion,’ said the priest, ‘you think me insincere. You think me a demon just because my flesh his weak and my mind is filled with asses, tits, and pussies.’ ‘Something like that,’ said Robert with venom. ‘You must feel that I’m mocking you but I can assure you that I’m not mocking you Robert. When it comes to incestuous sex, I’m not mocking you. When it comes to my ordained duties as a Catholic priest, I’m not insincere.’. Her full lips felt as if they were branding my skin. Her hands kept dipping lower, but always stopped at my belt.I reached beneath her and unhooked her bra, then lifted it away. mom’s breasts were even more beautiful up close and aroused. Her nipples were still a pale pink, but stood thickly and firmly.Then I carefully laid her down on the bed. She pulled the bedcovers back and let her nightdress drop to the floor. She knelt on the bed, nude, the soft light in the room dancing off of her skin.I. “Why would they be worried about the government raiding my restaurant? Our paperwork is all done in the clear on this. We all pooled our retirement money together to buy the restaurant,” Margarita confessed to the room.“Well, like I said, my online friends are a very nosy bunch. When they see the government raiding a normal looking place with no easy-to-find paperwork saying why or at least giving a good lie ... well, they are a very nosy bunch,” Uncle Justin expounded, “but I think I kept.