I didn't ponder belief in bible stories at that age. It wasn't something that occupied my thoughts. I just went to church.
The first boner I remember happened in church. I was five. Mrs. Russel, the Sunday School teacher, sat cross legged in a small folding chair. She leaned forward and down, closer to me, as she read. Her breasts fell into the cowl neck of her red dress and tussled for position before settling into cleavage. I whispered, "Sweet Jesus." She answered, "Praise the Lord."
The first boner I remember happened in church. I was five. Mrs. Russel, the Sunday School teacher, sat cross legged in a small folding chair. She leaned forward and down, closer to me, as she read. Her breasts fell into the cowl neck of her red dress and tussled for position before settling into cleavage. I whispered, "Sweet Jesus." She answered, "Praise the Lord."
