Lost Little Lamb

Cindy shows up at the pastor’s house all twisted up because these dirty little thoughts won’t quit. Mrs. Murphy answers instead, tits filling out that blouse nice and heavy. She hears the worry and offers a stroll, takes Cindy’s hand like it’s nothing. Halfway down the block she drops the bomb—Cindy’s here to confess about wanting girls. Cindy’s eyes go wide, but Mrs. Murphy just smirks and suddenly “remembers” cookies in the oven, hustling the blonde back inside. They end up on the couch with warm cookies on a plate. Mrs. Murphy cuts straight to it: she’s into girls too. Pastor’s into guys. The two of them have been using his collar to reel in confused sinners and fuck the doubt right out of them. Cindy’s jaw drops. Mrs. Murphy shrugs, quotes some verse about the Good Shepherd and lost sheep, then leans closer, promising she can show Cindy just how sweet straying can feel.