Feature Writer: Jackie
Feature Title: The Preacher’s Wife 3
Published: Leslita Stories
Story Codes: Lesbian Lolita, Religious
Synopsis: This is a work of erotic fiction involving lesbian and straight sex in a religious setting. No disrespect of any church or religion is intended. If you are offended by religious references within erotic literature please do not read this story.
The Preacher’s Wife 3
The teenager, wrapped in the white bath towel, stood in the doorway of her pastor’s bedroom with her mouth agape. The minister’s naked wife was kneeling at the foot of the bed holding Reverend Sydney Koch’s erect penis so it pointed at the ceiling. Rachel’s heart skipped a beat and an involuntary little squeal escaped her lips.
Four or five hours ago she was mired in her conservative upbringing, afraid to even touch herself. The slightest hint of sexual arousal embarrassed her and made her feel naughty. Now she stood at the threshold of her guardians’ bedroom seeing her very first erect penis and it was causing an insistent tingle in her virginal girlhood. The only male genitals she’d ever seen were babies. Her mother was careful that in the course of their missionary work the girl never even saw toddlers naked.
The sight of the rigidly erect cock mesmerized her. When missus Koch invited her in she hesitated only a moment before creeping slowly toward the bed. Agnes felt Syd’s manhood begin to deflate slightly so she gave it a few firm pumps to stiffen it up. The teenager, naked under the bath towel synched above her pert ‘B’ cup breasts, arrived beside the Koch’s marital bed without taking her eyes off the minister’s rigid member.
Rachel had spent over half of her fifteen years in Africa with her missionary parents. Even during her time at home, in the U.S., she’d been home schooled. With no peers to advance and influence her sexual awareness, everything she knew, meager as it was, came from her mother. Nancy Percival taught her daughter the basic mechanics of intercourse without visual aids, all of which were of course pornographic.
She therefore was aware that making a baby involved the penis going into the vagina, but she barely knew what “into” meant until earlier that same day when the reverend’s wife had conducted a tutorial. She had not been allowed to use tampons so there was no reason to put anything in there; right? So it was that she struggled with the concept. ‘How could that ever fit inside me’ she wondered but the very thought caused her pussy to twitch. She was standing beside the bed still gazing at the tumescent organ when missus Koch spoke again.
“Go ahead and touch it if you want, Mister Koch won’t mind.” Mister Koch was mortified and wondered how he’d ever let this go this far. He simply had to get up and leave. He hadn’t done anything wrong; yet. He could deal with his wife’s transgressions, later, in private. The problem was that his darling wife had a very firm hold on his erection and was systematically and expertly maintaining its quality.
The very pretty teenager who had unwittingly gotten his blood pumping in her missionary parent’s living room by showing off her panty clad butt, and more recently had him stroking himself while she bathed was now staring at his dick and his wife was encouraging her to touch it; all these things held him motionless. He couldn’t move so he prayed.
The pastor was not overly well endowed, just on the high side of average. He felt his ego expand when Agnes put the timid girl’s hand on his member and she was not able to encompass the shaft. It was more a statement of how small Rachel’s hand was, but never mind that. “Ya might need two hands honey,” his wife advised. “Why don’t you climb up here, its not going to bite ya.” With the older woman providing persuasion by tugging at her elbow the teenager wound up kneeling on the bed beside the hirsute man of God, both of her little hands on the throbbing boner. Syd had to grunt when the soft teenaged hands wrapped around him.
Rachel was amazed at how hard it was. It felt like a steel fence post that was in the direct sun; that hard and that hot. “Good sweetie, now just work it up and down… slowly at first” Agnes instructed. The teenager’s brown eyes were as big as saucers watching the purple head waver under her diligent strokes. Agnes upped the ante by reaching over and un-synching the towel. The white fluffy cotton dropped in a pool on the bed around the girl’s knees, leaving the pubescent body naked to the world. Another deep groan escaped the prone pastor. “Aren’t they pretty, honey?” his wife queried, cupping one of the girl’s pert boobies and squeezing. Rachel seemed to be squeezing harder and going faster now as his wife played with the youngster’s tits.
The pastor’s groaning seemed to take on the rhythm of the girl’s strokes. Agnes knew exactly what that meant. Abandoning her playthings she reached between her husband’s legs and cradled his balls in one hand while applying pressure just behind his scrotum with two fingers of her other hand. Gently she squeezed and massaged the contracting testicles and pressed externally on the old man’s prostate. The ejaculation shot several inches in the air above his surging manhood and came down on his belly just above his navel the second spurt wasn’t quite as powerful in spite of Agnes’s increased pressure on her husband’s ‘G’ spot. It landed short of the groaning man’s belly button. The last of the ejaculate simply oozed out and trickled down his already shrinking shaft onto the teenager’s still pumping hands.
Agnes scooped the second salvo of cum from the hair above her husband’s pubic bone and licked it off her fingers. “Isn’t that exciting sweetheart” she said to the panting girl as if they’d just seen a horse race or something. Rachel looked at her mentor and smiled
“Yeah! It really is,” she agreed enthusiastically.
“Try it” the older woman suggested indicating the girl’s jism covered hands. Tentatively Rachel licked the white cream from the back of one hand. Pleasantly surprised that it had very little flavor, a little salty maybe, but she liked the texture in her mouth so she cleaned almost all the spunk up in no time.
“OK; go wash up now honey. I could really use your help in the kitchen if we’re ever going to eat tonight.” Agnes had put on a jade green silk dressing gown with an Asian theme embroidered on it. She kissed the post orgasmic reverend on the forehead “Take a nap darling. I’ll wake you when dinner is nearly ready.” and left the room. When Syd looked the other way he saw the bare teenaged rump disappear into the washroom. He was alone, he was exhausted, and so he fell peacefully asleep.
He almost didn’t wake from the soft tapping. When he finally convinced himself it wasn’t part of his dream he half opened his eyes. The room was completely dark now and the light from the hall back lit the figure standing in the doorway. The white chiffon looked surreal around the silhouetted body beneath. The girl’s hair hadn’t been combed flat, so the stray strands picked up the light giving her a halo. In his semi awake state a verse from an old Eagles tune played in his head:
[[“I been searchin’ for the daughter of the devil himself, I been searchin’ for an angel in white. I been waitin’ for a woman who’s a little of both and I can feel her but she’s nowhere in sight…”]]
They could have been singing about Rachel he concluded, who was definitely in sight and causing his dick to twitch again. The minister was glad he had climbed up the bed and twisted the sheet around himself so he wasn’t lying there naked.
“OK honey I’ll be there directly” he acknowledged and the apparition disappeared. In the bathroom he jumped in the shower and cleaned the dried cum off feeling very guilty. The old feelings were back and he seemed powerless to control them. Wearing an old T shirt and sweats he joined the ladies for a surprisingly pleasant dinner. There was no mention whatever of the earlier goings on. The Koch’s didn’t have a TV so they spent the evening absorbed in their own reading material and all turned in early.
Pastor Koch had been vocally in favor of the high school’s move to uniforms a couple of years ago. He felt it would make maintaining a respectable standard of dress easier. That was right only up to a point. When little Miss Percival arrived at the breakfast table he realized you needed to get up pretty early in the morning to stifle a teenager’s creativity. The plaid skirts that were mandatory for the girls were designed to fall just to the top of their knees. It was permissible to wear the white blouse tucked in or not.
The young high school ladies had taken to making their fashion statement by rolling the waistband of the skirt up until the hem barely reached their mid thigh. Rachel Percival was no exception. Watching the teen’s bare legs as she poured her cereal made his sixty year old pecker begin to dance again; Sydney Koch was ashamed of himself and scared. Without finishing his coffee he excused himself, gave each of the women a peck on the cheek, and headed out the door for his office thinking ‘Oh no not again’.
Missus Koch was no less excited by their house guest’s apparel. The difference was she wasn’t the least bit disturbed by her erotic thoughts and was disappointed when the time came to give their surrogate daughter a peck on the cheek as she went out the door to school. She sat wearing only her green kimono in the living room sipping her second coffee planning her day. The sound of the front door chimes was unprecedented.
A glance at the clock told her it was ten to nine. Peeking through the side panel she recognized the handsome young man right away. Agnes was keenly aware of how her boobs wobbled as she opened the door. “Zachariah Washburn, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?” the boy winced at the use of his full first name.
“My dad sent me over to install these moldings” the youngster explained, motioning toward the dark blue pick up, with the Washburn Construction logo on the door. Looking around and seeing on one else the pastor’s wife commented
“I didn’t realize you were old enough to drive Zack.”
“Yeah, I got my license in June,” the boy crowed obviously proud of having achieved the significant right of passage toward manhood. “It was pretty easy ’cause dad had let me drive around jobsites for the last couple-a years.” The five thousand dollar smile and the way the teenager’s eyes were prying at the lapels of her dressing gown tickled the middle aged woman’s pussy.
“Shouldn’t you be in school?” Agnes observed.
“I got straight ‘A’s first term and dad is really strapped so he decided I could afford to miss the time. I’ been doin’ this kinda work in the summers for three years now, so it’s no big deal.” Again the pride in his accomplishments shone in his eyes.
“Well I must remember to thank your dad when I see him on Sunday.”
“Is it OK if I get started right away? I know it’s early and all…” Zack asked, his eyes meaningfully running over the housewife’s bedroom attire.
“Sure honey, why not?” Agnes agreed.
“Great! I’ll get my tools” the pubescent contractor said as he retreated toward his truck. She watched the adolescent buns so beautifully displayed in the tight jeans as the young mister Washburn leaned across the front seat of the pick up to retrieve his tool belt. Slinging the leather bag over his shoulder the boy was on his way back in seconds. The return trip provided the pastor’s wife an all too brief opportunity to assess the boy’s ‘package’. The bulge at the crotch of the jeans indicated that he was packin’. Tiny, but repeated tremors in her womanhood were making the thinly draped woman feel very warm; no, hot.
“Where do you want me to start?” he asked as he slipped past Agnes into the entry hall. Her heart skipped a beat. She resisted grabbing her crotch and saying; right here!
“Wherever you want dear” she responded as she closed the door and her breasts jiggled again. The movement drew her attention to the fact that her nipples were poking against the soft silk. The slippery material sliding over her tender nubbins sent an electric current down between her legs. She was also thrilled by the realization that, with the attention the young workman was paying her chest, ‘he’d have to be blind not to have noticed.’
“I might as well start right here in the hall then” the boy announced as he took his measuring tape off the tool pouch. ‘Holy fuck is she hot!’ is what he was thinking. He had only ever seen missus Koch in her Sunday dresses; which were of course the most conservative in her wardrobe. ‘She’s got an incredible rack’ he thought as he tried to pay attention to the measurements he was taking but the swelling of his boyhood was a major distraction. It had been a year or two since he’d become very complacent about his underwear. Sometimes he wore jockeys sometimes he didn’t bother. Today he was going commando.
The absence of briefs had good and bad points in this particular situation. If he’d been wearing under shorts they would have restricted the movement of his enlarging penis and kept the bulge sort of in the front. They’d also get uncomfortably tight. The absence of his briefs allowed his member to find its own way down the leg of his jeans.
The denim fit closely enough on his thighs that there really wasn’t room in there for his third leg so the bulge was more apparent and recognizable. Exacerbating the problem was the fact that young mister Washburn was very well hung. Although he had not reached full extension yet, the constriction of the denim pressing his searing hot, eight inch uncircumcised member against his thigh was retracting his foreskin and significantly adding to his arousal. Every movement as he couched and knelt to take his measurements was like a dry fuck.
His eyes were continually drawn back to the housewife who was now going about her business tiding up in the kitchen. ‘I’m so gonna spank this monkey tonight thinkin’ about that’ Zach thought as missus Koch bent over to put something in a lower drawer and presented her mature ass draped in the thin green silk. The boy was looking for a panty line that he wasn’t going to find.
He looked at the sketch, the one he’d been adding dimensions and angles to, the one he had no confidence in owing to his divided attention. He realized that he would have to stand up to go back to the truck. This presented an embarrassing dilemma. ‘Is there any chance I can get out that door without missus Koch noticing this woody?’ Suddenly struck with an ingenious plan he reached over and pulled his tool pouch to him without getting up. Hitching the belt around his waist he positioned the tool bag to hang in the front like a sporran. Feeling pleased with himself he got up and went out to start cutting.
He needn’t have gone to so much trouble. Agnes hadn’t taken her eyes off the junior carpenter’s groin any more than Zack had removed his gaze from the older woman’s boobs. She had been watching the growth of the bulge down the leg of the young man’s pants with pussy tingling fascination. Stroking her breasts through the silk of the kimono she considered going upstairs to relieve the pressure in her mons but decided against it ‘Plenty of time for that if it becomes necessary’ she reasoned. ‘I haven’t even tried to tantalize him yet and he’s already sporting boner that looks like it’s going to bust its way out of those tight jeans any minute… If I actually work at this who knows what kind of action I might get’ the thought caused a vaginal contraction that threatened to open the flood gates.
The lad returned with the cut baseboards and began his installation in the hallway beside the stairs. He felt pretty smug when the first piece fit like a glove. He was tapping the finishing nail to tack the board in place when his customer spoke to him from above. “How long are you going to be helping your dad out of his backlog?” Agnes asked.
“At least until Monday” he replied without taking his eyes off the target.
“So you have to work all weekend?” missus Koch asked in a sympathetic tone.
“Yeah but I usually work for my dad on the weekends anyway” the boy informed her as he finished setting the nail.
“Your girlfriend must hate that”
“I don’t have a gir…” his voice trailed off and he cleared his throat several times to cover the groan. When he looked up from his hammering he found his customer on the stairs above him. She had one foot on the third step and her other on the fourth. As Zack peered between the railing spindles, from his kneeling position, he was treated to a view all the way up one of the shapely thighs to the crease of the woman’s groin where it joined her hip. The other side of the dressing gown hung down the middle just barely covering the hairless vulva. The teenager thought his eyes were going to pop out, and so did missus Koch. Agnes couldn’t suppress the smile as she watched the boy trying to catch his breath.
“No girlfriend! A big handsome guy like you? Do you have a boyfriend?” That snapped him out of it.
“No!” he retorted indignantly looking up to his tormentors face.
“That’s too bad! ‘Cause ya know everybody needs an outlet for their sexual tension and it looks like you’re in serious need right now” the woman on the stairs remarked. Zach’s head snapped down to see what he already knew. In the crouched position, his raging hard-on that had just undergone a growth spurt had even less room in the leg of his trousers leg. It looked like he had a piece of iron pipe stuck down the inside of his pant leg. Blushing furiously there was no way to make his eyes jump from looking at his crotch back up to the preacher’s wife’s face without traveling through the aggravating pelvic region. Agnes was waiting for him.
Zack slowly raised his head trying to assemble his jumbled adolescent thoughts into some kind of excuse or something. Just as his eyes were directed at the temptress’ lower torso she pulled the masking flap of the kimono aside revealing her hairless vulva with its thick dark lips which were blossoming just enough to show a hint of the creamy bright pink interior and said “I think I can help you with that.”
“Oh God” the boy moaned as the sight he’d only dreamed of until that very moment came into view. Simultaneously he became aware of a unique fragrance. Though he was unfamiliar with the intoxicating aroma it joined the legion of sensory inputs that all seemed to be converging on, and colliding in, his scrotum. The olfactory, joined the visual, and met up with the tactile, which was manifest in the pressure his jeans were exerting on his dick.
They all did cartwheels inside his balls. For one horrifying moment he thought he was going to cum in his pants. Somehow, in spite of the fact that he felt like his nuts were in a vise, he managed not to blow his load down the leg of his jeans.
“If ya wanna come upstairs, I’ll see what I can do to help.” Agnes offered and started to climb the steps quite quickly. This was far from the first young man she’d initiated and she knew there was no time to waste. Even with her head start and his limp, the athletic teenager had to slow down to avoid overtaking the housewife before she reached the bedroom. As soon as they were inside the preacher’s wife shed the robe and dropped to her knees; eliciting another deep groan from the overwrought teenager as he saw all of her charms at once. Working against the incredibly short virgin’s fuse Agnes feverishly worked the waist button loose pulled the zipper down and then yanked as hard as she could on the snug blue jeans. She was surprised and pleased when the stiff denim turned inside out folding over itself all the way down to Zachariah’s knees.
It was her turn to moan as the impressive organ sprang out and up. She realized she had seriously underestimated the teenager’s endowments. Stopping to admire the boy’s beautiful eight inch fully erect cock would turn out to be a mistake. She wasn’t sure if it was the biggest she’d seen but she’d need sometime recall a bigger one. As an added bonus the youngster was uncircumcised. Agnes loved an uncut dick and she had been able to find so few. The fact that this one was also a monster made her pussy clench and spasm. The rock hard penis had only been free for a few seconds but for Zach it felt like hours looking down at his raging hard-on and the black haired and beautiful older woman kneeling less than a foot away was becoming too much.
When Agnes wrapped her hand around his pole, at least as far as it would go, the boy emitted a primal scream. ‘Shit! Here it comes!’ she thought while she was pulling down on the surging organ to point it at her mouth. She watched the kumquat sized testicles retract upward and begin to dance. Intending to get that gorgeous purple plum of a head in her mouth before the eruption she wasn’t quick enough. This was the consequence of pausing to admire God’s work of art. With her mouth open as wide as it would go the first blast hit the back of her throat so hard it was almost painful. The second spurt was slightly less powerful but Agnes realized that she wasn’t able to swallow fast enough so the third over flowed her mouth, trickling out the corners and dripping down her chin.
Experience prepared her for three squirts and a dribble so she was shocked when a fourth jet refilled her mouth again. She’d been expecting the dribble so she’s leaned forward to finally capture the silky smooth head in her mouth. For her the fifth shot was completely unprecedented. The fact that there was actually still some pressure behind it amazed her. ‘He must have a prostate the size of an orange’ she speculated while sucking contentedly on the boy’s shrinking member.
Zach had ejaculated through masturbation more times than he could count; thousands for sure, but he had never experienced anything even remotely close to this. The pressure in his bag just before launch had been absolutely unbearable. He was trying as hard as he possibly could not to cum but it made no difference. He wanted so badly to ‘break his cherry’ by plunging his formidable meat into the juicy love box his vixen customer had teased him with.
As soon as her soft little hand had gripped his shaft he knew he was a goner. The ejaculation was so powerful he thought his soul was being pumped out through his dick. Everything he had shot out the end of his jerking penis and he thought he was going to die. He would have gladly agreed to meet his maker right then and there to prolong that spectacular ecstasy just a few more moments.
Now the woman’s warm mouth on his over sensitive organ was too much so he had to push her head away. Agnes understood immediately and backed off but held on to the semi flaccid dong holding it firmly and stroking very slowly. The teenager was suddenly very embarrassed, looking down at the middle aged beauty with his cum still dripping off her chin and rolling down her chest between those awesome hooters.
“I’m so sorry,” the boy wept.
“Its OK sweetheart we had to get that one out of the way,” said the kneeling woman continuing to stroke his dick. Zack’s orgasm fogged brain struggled to understand what she was saying. “Your first time with a woman is always really quick, the next one will be better.” ‘The next one’ the teenager repeated in his head, ‘could she mean what I think she means’ at the same moment he felt some rigidity returning to his member. Agnes rose from the floor and gently hauled her boy toy toward the bed. She lay down and forced Zach to follow by maintaining her grip on his boyhood.
“Here,” she said reaching down to separate her engorged labia “munch on this while you recover.” The boy found himself kneeling beside the older woman with his head immediately above the juicy snatch that had nearly made him blow in his drawers. Inhaling the fragrance that was now and forever imprinted on his mind he lowered his face to the mature vulva so conveniently held open by its owner.
Very tentatively the teenager poked around his lover’s pussy with his tongue, feeling the spongy flesh and tasting the slippery thick juice. To the horny woman it felt good but oh so inadequate. “Lick it,” Agnes demanded trying not to sound impatient; which she was. The boy started making a lapping motion that was almost as ineffective as his poking had been. Her cunt was screaming for some lovin’. ‘Why do the girls always get it so much faster than the boys’ she wondered, but this was no time to ponder life’s mysteries. “Do you know what a clitoris is?” the preacher’s wife asked.
The young man raised his head and shook it with regret. “Well this is mine” Agnes informed him using both hands to pull on her vulva causing her red love button to pop out from under its cover and stand nearly straight up. To emphasize her point she ran her finger tip over the firm glans which forced a deep groan to rise from her core. “It’s like my cock” she explained in a growl “suck it!”
Finally an instruction he could follow. The boy descended on her protruding pleasure center, wrapped his lips around it and sucked firmly. A wave of heat and pleasure washed over her and her head began to spin. Much as she wanted to cum she was determined not to loose control yet. When she released her vulva and grabbed for the boy’s schlong again she was pleased to find it nearly as rigid as it had been when they first entered her bedroom. Slowly she retracted the foreskin that obscured the gorgeous purple bulb. Her hand didn’t quite make it all the way around the impressive bumpy pole.
In the meantime Zach was getting surprisingly creative swirling his tongue around her love button interspersed with the sucking. “Oh my God, oh fuck…” she wailed as the boy, encouraged by his customer’s vocalizations, licked and sucked faster. Agnes’s hand accelerated too, pumping the huge cock like she was pounding an eight inch spike. By turning her head and twisting his dick she was able to get the tip in her mouth. She wasn’t quite able to reach the hypersensitive collar at the base of his cock head but she applied her tongue to the teenager’s pee slit and frenulum which made his hips jerk.
‘Better not waste this one’ she thought ‘it might take quite a while to get it up a third time’. “Put it in me Zach… fuck me!” The junior carpenter straightened his back and rose upright on his knees. The minister’s wife was captivated by how young he looked kneeling over her with a look of shock, or confusion or fear, maybe all of the above etched on his face.
Zack was scared. ‘What if I do it wrong? What if I cum before I even get it in again?’ The performance anxiety threatened to wilt his boyhood but he managed to crawl around between the middle aged woman’s widely splayed thighs. Looking down at the chasm dribbling its juice and his saliva he froze unsure of exactly what to do next. Agnes took matters into her own hands literally. She rubbed the bulbous purple head up and down her labia coating it with her slippery pussy fluids and rubbing it over her yearning clit.
The feel of the spongy soft lips on the sensitive head of his engorged member sent those thrilling impulses to his balls. She positioned the tip of the boy’s dong in her vestibule and wiggled it around to seat it between her wings. Primal instinct took over and the teenager rocked his hips forward burying most of his throbbing member in the tight confines of her vagina. When the dick head passed the maximum depth her husband’s average sized penis reached Agnes felt an extremely hot wave wash over her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this full.
The young man put his hands on either side of the prone woman’s head and began working his penis in and out of the remarkably hot tight sheath. The boy saw the raven hair surrounding the pretty face like a black halo. He lowered his eyes to watch the woman’s tantalizing breasts wobble and jerk as she picked up the rhythm. They both felt the heat and pressure building in their loins and grunted in erotic harmony as the critical moment approached.
When Agnes saw the boy’s features distort into an expression that in any other context would be interpreted as agony she knew his moment had arrived. The preacher’s wife had been holding back ever since the teenaged pecker had engaged the unused portion of her love tunnel. She surrendered to the impending explosion. Her vaginal muscles clamped down with astounding force on the boy’s aching prick. When Zack felt the sudden increase in pressure on his cock it was all over. His balls danced his prostate spasmed and they released every ounce of fluid they contained in three almighty surges.
Agnes was glad the teen had the presence of mind to roll to the side when he collapsed. His shrinking schlong plopped out of her draining cunt and lay wetly on her upper thigh as they both struggled to recover their breath. Zack reached down and massaged his aching balls that were protesting being asked to deliver twice in such a short time. He glanced over at his partner noticing the age lines on her face for the first time. The realization that he had just surrendered his virginity to a woman older than his mother began to sink in. The thought didn’t disturb him, on the contrary he felt his ego swell when he considered the more than passable job he’d done slamming the pastor’s wife. It was like the feeling he got when his dad sent him out to finish off a project and… ‘Oh my God!’ The boy, still wearing his saw dust coated T shirt jumped out of the bed. Agnes had been just about to lay her head on the chest of her young stud when he was suddenly up and pulling his jeans back on. The housewife propped herself up on her elbows and watched as the teenager ignored the slimy mess of his pecker and pubes and simply covered them with his pants.
“I gotta get these moldings done or dad’s gonna wonder what the hell I been doin’ all day.” He was out of the room and bounding down the stairs on numb feeling legs seconds later.
Missus Koch lay back smiling. “Dedication! I like that!” she said out loud and then giggled. She lay there enjoying the well used feeling in the depths of her vagina and the blissful warmth of the afterglow when the phone rang. She glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand; it was twelve-twenty. Taking the receiver from the bedside table she greeted the caller and the boat she was blissfully floating down the post orgasmic river on was suddenly swamped by feelings of anxiety and apprehension when she heard Rachel’s voice.
Immediately jumping to conclusions “what’s wrong honey?” she blurted. The girl’s upbeat tone and relaxed speech quenched her fear. “That’s fine sweetheart, I don’t mind if you bring a friend home. If your friend gets permission they can stay for dinner and we’ll take them home before bed time.” Rachel thanked her guardian “You’re welcome honey. See ya around four.” Agnes closed the conversation and hung up the phone. The pastor’s wife hoisted her relaxed feeling body out of the bed and went into the bathroom. As she entered the shower lewd thoughts about Rachel coming home with a girlfriend crossed her mind, but that was nothing new.