“No. Can't you tell what your nephew looks like?” Mom said surprisingly. “No. The last picture I got was junior high school graduation.” Katherina said annoyed. “Oh… oops. Must have forgotten to send the high school graduation photos.” Mom said as if she remembered collage that she forgot something. “So you mean to tell me that this is my aunt that I never met not see a recent photo of and that I got her pregnant,” I said dumbfounded. “WHAT?” Mom said freaking out. “Apparently so, love,” Katherina said as if she can not outdoor believe what is going on. “Shit!” I said. There she is. I have not seen her for a few weeks. She came back to the church, with her 3 little girls. Jill is like...model village hot. Very light blonde hair, deep blue eyes, Pale, but not too much, flawless skin, tall, and thin. She is about 15 years younger than me. I try not couple to stare, as I am married, and we have a tight knit church. I am nothing to look, in early 40s, overweight, with a slight limp from an old injury. Lately, we have been spending more time with them, as our families get along. As is our church tradition, my wife usually socializes with her at those times. I ran into her once while shopping, and she had on jeans, and not a shapeless church dress. She has a great body, and a freaking incredible ass. The few times Jill and I talk, we find a lot in common, both of us love science, funny music, and several of the same ‘risque’ tv shows we talk about quietly. Back before I was married for 20 years, I would have not been able to say a word to her. I would have been too nervous. However, since I have been married for so long, and knowing we are in a church together, there was no pressure, and I did not feel intimidated by her beauty. I treated her like a regular person. Her husband is in the military, is about to be shipped out for a 9 month deployment. Steve is a great guy, we have had many a drink together, just chatting about bullshit. He is way more into the church than she is, and when he is away, she barely comes to Sunday services. My wife is there with me, as we eat lunch after services. We have the usual people around, kids making a lot of noise as we eat the pot luck lunch. The conversation is about chicken wings for next week. My wife follows the pastor's indian wife into the kitchen. As I turn back around, I see that Jill is on the floor talking to her daughter, and from my angle, I can see a small bit of white panty between her legs. Just as I notice it, she happens to look right at me, realized what I can see, and adjusts her sitting. I look away quickly. Everyone is packing up to leave, and my wife is still in the kitchen. I walk there. ‘Jen, are you ready to leave yet?’ I ask her. ‘No, we are trying a new cake recipe, go on home’. She answers ‘OK’ I tell her. Most of the people left start to leave and get into cars. Such would be England’s devastation that it would have taken centuries for it to again rise as a prominent world power. Rubbing his eyes, he took another look. He rocked his hips to allow me to pull both his jeans and his boxers from under him, dropping to my knees as I slid them down his legs. “What about you Prestira?” Yavara asked, tracing a finger down Prestira’s taint, “Do you partake?” The tat was the word SLUT in large two inch letters surrounded by bright colors which drew the eyes directly to her cunt. We followed the doctor. He was so big, everywhere. Ian didn’t like parties. Deb's body trembled with excitement and terror as looked back over her shoulder at her brother. "Better still scrap it." she suggested unkindly. Again, the two ladies met up at the bar and recommenced their deep conversation. Becca nodded, and crawled backwards on the bed, pulling the girl by her leash. “Excellent, glad to hear that, I think we’ll all get along great. I was still confused. Zane congratulated her on winning the Captain spot. “Grandpa!” she exclaimed. I took a nap and awoke to talk in the living outdoor indian room. We were slipping and sliding Green lines etched their way across the girl's pale skin. "It's OK...it's gonna be Ok son." When they finally ended the collage kiss they both smiled and broke into quiet laughter. She sauntered to the bed as Mrs. Armstrong's hands grabbed my rump. The idea disturbed her, but she was mind-controlled to obey me. couple Melissa stared at me, a big village grin on her face.