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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Female / 53
We Had This One Youth Pastor
It is rather hypocritical. So much time is spent on what you should do or how you should behave, but the people preaching are the worst about living that way. Case in point.
I have a fire and brimstone story. He was the youth pastor at the time. Most of the kids were in their mid teens, or early teens really. Seventh through about the tenth grade. Younger and they were in 'children's' classes, and older they didn't put up with some of the stuff we were doing, basically by the time you could drive you did something else. Like date.
He held us in his hand, so to speak. He was very charismatic and we listened intently. We gave up our free time to work on his projects for the community. We went to sing or read to the old folks in the retirement home. We gave our time to work with the needy and sort and put together donated clothes by ages and sex. He would come by and touch our shoulders and hair, and look down our blouses or stare at our crotch while we were sitting down. Creepy. But when you are fourteen you like a man's attention.
We had this one girl, Marie. She was well developed, She was fourteen but her tits were grown woman tits. She liked wearing loose tops that didn't constrain her tits. When she laughed her tits bounced up and down. When she ran her tits bounced up and down. When she bent over and didn't catch her top you could see her tits. We were jealous, but our youth pastor couldn't keep his hands off of her. She lost her virginity that summer, to him. It was pathetic, she was so in love with him and he was suck a creep. If truth be told, several of us lost our virginity with him. We just didn't tell and didn't walk around crazy in love like Marie.
One day he left, another assignment, some mother had complained. He was replaced with a woman youth pastor. The number of girls that stayed in dropped by half. She was really fire and brimstone. It wasn't the same, At that age you wanted a man, not some forty year old lady hung up on religion, preaching to us about how we dressed or wore our hair.
I have a fire and brimstone story. He was the youth pastor at the time. Most of the kids were in their mid teens, or early teens really. Seventh through about the tenth grade. Younger and they were in 'children's' classes, and older they didn't put up with some of the stuff we were doing, basically by the time you could drive you did something else. Like date.
He held us in his hand, so to speak. He was very charismatic and we listened intently. We gave up our free time to work on his projects for the community. We went to sing or read to the old folks in the retirement home. We gave our time to work with the needy and sort and put together donated clothes by ages and sex. He would come by and touch our shoulders and hair, and look down our blouses or stare at our crotch while we were sitting down. Creepy. But when you are fourteen you like a man's attention.
We had this one girl, Marie. She was well developed, She was fourteen but her tits were grown woman tits. She liked wearing loose tops that didn't constrain her tits. When she laughed her tits bounced up and down. When she ran her tits bounced up and down. When she bent over and didn't catch her top you could see her tits. We were jealous, but our youth pastor couldn't keep his hands off of her. She lost her virginity that summer, to him. It was pathetic, she was so in love with him and he was suck a creep. If truth be told, several of us lost our virginity with him. We just didn't tell and didn't walk around crazy in love like Marie.
One day he left, another assignment, some mother had complained. He was replaced with a woman youth pastor. The number of girls that stayed in dropped by half. She was really fire and brimstone. It wasn't the same, At that age you wanted a man, not some forty year old lady hung up on religion, preaching to us about how we dressed or wore our hair.
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