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Mrs. Stark broke down into tears, cupping her face in her hands. Her shoulders were moving up and down with each gasp for air. The preacher’s wife’s heart went out to the distressed woman.
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I don’t know. When we were first married it was so exciting. But now it is kinda… well, sometimes boring… predictable at least.” The girls were waiting… for what they didn’t know. The preacher’s wife was leaning against a tree all alone. Then, all of a sudden, the girls heard a rustling only a few yards to their left. They held their breaths, not wanting to be seen, when Johnny came into view. Mrs. Stark hesitated and then said, “Well, I still like sex with him, but…” Marge let the older woman gather her thoughts, “I wish it was better.”
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But some commenters criticised the men for trying to humiliate her online, or said James was wrong to getting involved. The preacher’s wife drove home to her small, conservative town and dignified life. She had committed adultery and felt extreme guilt. But she was even more distraught over how she had behaved. There were times she was forced to commit sexual acts, but at other times she wanted to do them. The drive was long and she had time to reflect. She knew she was going to spend a lot of time in church asking God for forgiveness and to return her to a normal, respectable life. But part of her was wondering if she would miss the feelings the stranger awoke in her. Mr. Stark brushed Jessica’s pubic hairs with his fingertips, bringing a deeper blush to her cheeks. The teenager was standing over a man older than her father with her legs spread. He was touching her where no boy had ever been. But then his fingers slid into her crevice, feeling where her fingers had so often been. And then one finger was inside her… pushing… probing.