Rachel volunteered for a priest - a man of God. His name was Father David and he was a magnificent man, whose gigantic compassion for others was only equaled by the size of his cock. He was her mentor, and she was his Mary Magdalene. Many months before when Rachel was only 18, she had met the Father late one night, while he was preparing for his Easter spee...
This is the continuation of HS Senior and Black Principal Ch. 02. It continues from the last page (6). This series features Allison 5' 8" tall. 110 pounds. 36D-21-33.Raylene Richards look alike. Mr. Jeffers. 58 year old black Principal. 6'5" tall. 300 pounds. 12 inch cock Allison's father. 50 years old. 5' 10" tall. 165 pound, slender build. 11 inch cock...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. *** Titsville was a small town established in the late 1950s, it was relatively a new town than the surrounding ones, so it had a small population. But the small population was a closed group of deeply religious people, ever since the church was made, Sunday school Bible study was a norm. And children aged 15-18 atten...
as always a big thanks to my editor and to you the reader. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Twelve: Melissa's Diary I followed mothers path for a few days there was no sign of Alexander or the others I had no idea where the path would take me I was having a different vision each day as if someone wanted me to follow this path. On the third day I stopped for rest at t...
After the service, Mrs. Jones told her family she would meet them at home. She walked back into the church and turned towards the confessional. She paused for a moment and then stepped in. "Forgive me father for I have sinned." "Mrs. Jones, is that you? How long has it been since your last confession, my child?" "Two days, father." "Two days? What brings...
Father Brown had nothing like the famous Chestertonian character. He was quite young yet, he was not an Englishman, and his face absolutely did not remind the Norfolk dumplings. If it remembered something, it was the wind and the sea of the Aran Islands. A place the priest-detective would have found uncomfortable, but he was nostalgic about it. Especially si...
The Truth after Seven Years -- Pt 1 As I sit before my computer, trying to think of how I can tell my story, I know full well that no one will believe one word of it. I know I didn't accept it either when I first learned about what had happened to my father. Yet, the more I have pondered his story, the more I am convinced that it must be true. Still, I have...
I thought it was really weird when I received the random text from my step mother, even though I had known her for most of my adult life as my father's new wife we had never really been close. Hell, for that matter I had never really been close to my father either, he was always pulling long hours at the office when I was young, so he was never around. Nowad...
"These pork chops are too dry again!" came Father O'Connor's grizzled old baritone voice from the dining room of the rectory. "Why do you always overcook the meat? What's wrong with you? Did your mother never teach you how to cook a decent dinner?" Joan rolled her eyes. If the seventy-three year old priest did not appreciate her culinary efforts, then why d...
Jean's dried up juices on his face, her scent he smelled with every breath he took, Miguel headed back to school. Their last lovemaking session had been a one sided affair; he had licked, kissed, sucked, and fingered Jean to orgasm. She didn't ask him afterwards if he came or even encouraged him to masturbate, but instead thanked him for the big O and commen...