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Church of Evil - IV (m/f, i/r, n/c)
by
Black Demon
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Standard Disclaimer!
This is a fictional story intended for Adults only!
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Father Thomas sat in the small cubicle of the confessional,
listening to the confession of the lovely Miss Diane Beinert. As Diane
had been a member of the church from her youth, Father Thomas had
watched the pretty little girl turn into a most beautiful young woman.
Now a lovely young woman, at age 22, with long red hair and porcelain
white skin. Father Thomas could picture the lovely woman who stood
only at 5'3", whom he towered over in his 6' frame.
Never had any woman given Father Thomas a lewd nor sinful thought
since he took his vows nearly forty years ago. But, all that ended a
year ago when the lovely Ms. Beinert returned home from college. Now a
matured young woman, she was even more beautiful than ever. And the
beauty did not escape the eyes of the Holy Father. But Father Thomas'
thoughts were far from holy when he greeted the young woman, holding her
soft dainty hand in his, feeling the powerful stirrings generating
between his loins. Never had the Good Father experienced such an
awesome feeling. How he wanted to hold her dainty white hand forever
and wondered if the lovely beauty was so soft and tender throughout her
lovely body.
In the past year, Father Thomas began to have lewd and lustful
thoughts every time he got a chance to see the lovely beauty. And then
it continued at night, when he would dream of the lovely young woman,
wishing he could possess her for himself. Then, his dreams led further,
causing the Good Father to sin repeatedly as he resorted to relieving
himself by masturbating his pulsating cock.
Then just last week, Father Thomas did the unthinkable. Before
entering the confessional, he had observed the object of his lust
sitting in the pew. When she entered and spoke, he recognized her sweet
young voice immediately. He listen intently as the beautiful young
woman explained that her boyfriend had just proposed to her and she had
accepted. Then there was silence. Breathing hard, Father Thomas asked
"Have you sinned with your fianc , my child?", hoping to hear a negative
response. Diane's sweet voice was obviously nervous and hesitant in her
response "I ......I .......I let my boyfriend touch my breast for the first time
after he proposed last week. I......I also touched him ........." "Don't be
afraid to tell me, my child, I have heard everything in this
confessional. Tell me exactly what happened" he reassured her.
"Well, Father, I was so happy after accepting his proposal that I
let things get carried away a bit" she confessed. "Did you and your
boyfriend have intercourse?" came the Good Father's question. "Oh, no,
no, Father. I've never had intercourse. Not with my boyfriend, not
with anyone!" she blurted in response. Meanwhile, on the other side of
the confessional, the Good Father's robe was tenting in hearing the
response, which told him she was still pure and virginal.
Hearing a shuffling on the other side of the confessional, Diane
paused in puzzlement. "Please continue, my child. Give me all the
details of what happened last week, so then I will be able to absolve
you of all your sins, my child" she heard the priest's commanding
voice. Still, Diane was hesitant, ashamed to telling anyone of how she
had sinned. "I ....well, after Michael proposed and I accepted ........well,
we began to kiss and .............I let him touch me ..........!" Diane stammered.
"Please continue .......all the details, my child!" Father Thomas spoke
firmly.
"I .......I let him touch my breasts, father! I ......couldn't ......I didn't
stop him, father!" Diane choked back. "Be calm, my child, do not fret!
Everything is fine! Please continue so that I may give you absolution.
Did you allow Michael to put his hands under your clothing? " Father
Thomas asked. "Y-y-yes, Father, I let him caress and play with my
breasts. Oh, Father, I'm so ashamed!" Diane sobbed. "There, there, my
child ......all is fine, do not worry!" the Good Father reassured her.
"Did anything else happen, my child? Tell me everything that
happened. I am here to listen. Do not be alarmed .........take your time, I
shall not interrupt you further." Father Thomas advised. Diane was
relieved the Good Father was so understanding, she had pondered the
entire week on confessing her sins, not thinking that Father Thomas
would be so understanding "Well .........well, Father, I touched Michael also
.......touched him for the first time ever. I .....I put my hand on his bare
penis. And .....and, Father, I stroked it with my bare hand ............I kept
stroking it ..........and .........and then it spurted all over his parents' sofa.
Oh, Father, I'm so ashamed!" she sobbed.
After a couple moments of silence, Father Thomas advised the lovely
bride-to-be that she needed to keep her virtue intact till the wedding
was formalized. He advised her that she must try to abstain from
physical pleasures. But he understood the weakness of the flesh. That
should she sin again, she should not be ashamed to confess her sins to
him and then made her promise to see him if she did sin again so he
could absolve her of her sins. He then gave her a number of Hail Marys
to say that evening and gave her absolution.
Diane was so thankful and expressed her appreciation to Father
Thomas, for listening and understanding. When Diane left the
confessional booth, Father Thomas leaned back in his seat and took a
deep breath. He then panted in his exhaustion. He had to take a
break. Had to get away and change into a new robe. The robe he wore
was totally soiled and saturated, soaked from the biggest load of cum he
had ever generated by stroking his cock. While the beautiful Diane
Beinert was confessing all the details of her sins, the Good Father had
been picturing that it was his cock that Diane's dainty white hand had
been stroking till she made it explode. And explode it did, causing the
Good Father to bite his lip to keep from groaning as he sprayed the
inside of his holy robe.
That night, Father Thomas relived the afternoon in the dark
confessional, hearing Diane's sweet voice and description of what had
taken place. How he wished he could have been the one to touch her
lovely breasts and her dainty hand shucking his pulsing old cock. And
then the Good Father's cock spurted a huge stream of holy fluid, like a
volcano erupting. Closing his eyes, Father Thomas tried to picture the
lovely Diane Beinert being stripped of all her clothing. Dreamt of how
it would feel to be the man in her life, the man to take her virginity.
He licked his thick lips, wishing his lips could taste the nectar from
between her sweet loins. But he knew he would never be allowed to have
such an unthinkable pleasure.
For the next six weeks, Father Thomas had only seen the object of
his lust during regular services. Once he had seen her entering the
confessional where another priest was and despair set in wishing he was
the priest in there. But Diane's confession time was quite short,
giving the Good Father a sigh of relief in knowing that she obviously
had nothing of interest to tell the other priest. On this day, he
observed the beauty in the pew again with a bit of concern on her face,
causing him to lick his lips as he entered the confessional. His cock
twitched in anticipation of hearing her confession.
When Diane did enter the confessional, she would have been shocked
to know that Father Thomas was already waiting for her. Waiting in the
adjoining booth with his fist wrapped around his thick old cock, jerking
it slowly till it was rock hard. "Father, I have sinned again. I
waited till you were hearing confessions, since you are so understanding
and know what occurred, the last time I confessed to a sin of this
nature. I don't know why I let it happen, Father. I told myself to
behave before going out with Michael but we had such a good time on the
date that I let things get carried away again. I ....I feel to evil for
what I did .......I ........I....." Diane began to stifle a sob. "There, there,
my child .........nothing is so bad that you cannot tell me. I will
understand." Father Thomas reassured her, eagerly anticipating what sin
she had performed.
"Well, Father, I allowed Michael to but his hands under my clothing
and let him fondle my breasts again. And I also touched his bare penis
again. But .........but ..........this time ......" Diane could not finish her
sentence. "Go on, my child" came the reassuring voice. "This time
..........this time Michael forced my head down. I tried to push away but he
was so strong. Father, he forced his penis into my mouth" Diane
sobbed. "And ........and, Father, he shot his filth into my mouth!" she
stammered. "Ohhhhh, my child!" groaned the Good Father, as his old cock
sent a geyser of hot white lava up into the air.
"There, there, my poor child. Rest assured that you were forced to
perform that last act and that would not be considered a sin. It is
Michael who sinned, by forcing you to perform that act, my child" he
reassured her. "Oh, I still feel so ashamed for having done such a
thing. I never thought Michael would expect me to do something so
filthy. Perhaps I should give him his ring back and call off the
wedding, Father." Diane advised. "My child, the pleasures of the flesh
should be enjoyed but only when you are joined in holy matrimony. You
should not do such a drastic thing, especially if you love Michael, but
merely put off intimate acts till after the wedding." Father Thomas
advised, not wanting the young beauty to break off her relationship for
then there would be no further confessions such as this.
"Oh, thank you, Father! You are so understanding, I knew you could
counsel me. It was so horrible, Father, never had I tasted anything so
awful. I still love Michael though, I know he just got carried away.
But I guess he learned his lesson too, Father ........I .............well........." Diane
paused. " Go on, my child, go on!" Father Thomas advised, still
stroking his shrinking old cock. "Well father, we were in Michael's car
at the time. When he made me do that awful thing to his penis, I threw
up all over him. It took him days to clean up the filthy mess!" she
advised. "Well, my child, it appears that Michael has also paid for his
sins." Father Thomas advised, giving the lovely woman a small number of
Hail Marys for her absolution.
Premarital classes were attended by the loving couple, with Father
Thomas meeting with them on each occasion. How he envied the young man,
wishing it was his own cock that had been forced between Diane's lovely
pink lips. He wouldn't care if she threw up all over him, it would be
an even more exciting event in itself to have the lovely Diane Beinert
unable to hold down his load of thick cum. To make her so horrified by
forcing her to take his creamy load that his old balls could churn up.
Three weeks before the scheduled wedding for Ms. Diane Beinert and
Mr. Michael Osborne, while Father Thomas was at his desk, the church
secretary came in to secure his approval of allowing someone to come
into the church the next evening. As the church had no events that next
evening, the spare key would need to be released to that person. In
questioning the secretary, Father Thomas learned that it was Miss Diane
Beinert who wanted to view the church for the wedding preparations.
Apparently she wanted to do some measurements for the amount of ribbons
to order and to be certain on the amount of flower arrangements for the
corner of the pews leading down to the alter. The Good Father readily
gave his approval to release the key to Diane.
That night, Father Thomas tossed and turned in his bed, wide awake
with his lusting thoughts of the beautiful Ms. Diane Beinert. How he
wanted to be close to the young beauty. And he knew she was going to be
alone in the church the next evening. A devious thought entered his
mind, wishing that somehow he had possession of that `date rape' drug
that he had read about. But he had never encountered the drug nor did
he have the faintest idea where it could be obtained. Furthermore, how
would he administer the drug even if he did get. All this going
through his mind, stroking his cock, while picturing the lovely beauty
in his mind.
Having shot his load and fallen asleep, the Good Father suddenly
awoke. He must have been dreaming of the lovely beauty in his sleep.
It was like an inspiration from above that hit him. He had taught high
school biology two years ago when the nearby Catholic high school had
run short of teachers. Of the items he had taken from the classroom to
store at the church, should he again be called upon to teach biology,
was a bottle of chloroform. He had obtained it to put small animals and
insects permanently to sleep, prior to conducting necessary dissections
for the biology class. A cloth dampened with that liquid would easily
put the lovely Diane out like a light and wouldn't harm her if removed
once he got her into the unconscious state. Quickly, he got up and went
to the storage room to obtain this precious liquid.
That evening, after work and doing some shopping, Diane stopped at
the church as planned. Not having gone to the church at night before,
she was unaware that it was darker than normal, a couple light bulbs had
been loosened so it would not come on when the automatic switch kicked
in. In the darkness, Diane had trouble seeing exactly where the keyhole
was and all her concentration was focused on opening the door. Just as
she inserted the key and opened the door, a damp rag and forceful hand
covered her nose and mouth. She tried to scream as another arm held her
tight against her attacker. Three frantic attempts to breathe and
scream cause her world to start spinning about and her strength waned
quickly from her petite body.
Assured that his victim was out from the chloroform, the Holy Father
carried this lovely virgin to the alter. She would be the virginal
sacrifice to the Gods. Turning on the spotlights above the alter,
Father Thomas gazed upon the lovely beauty. His hands trembled as he
removed her trim white heels, revealing her lovely feet, which he began
caressing and then slid his hands up her long ivory legs. He then
turned Diane to the side so he could undo the zipper to her light yellow
dress. He then dragged the dress off her shoulders, stripping it down
and off her entire body to drop onto the floor. The unconscious beauty
was now clad only in a matching pair of light yellow bra and panties,
with the Good Father panting in anticipation.
In a moment, the lovely Ms. Diane Beinert lay upon the alter in her
full glory. Father Thomas thanked the Lord for providing him with this
exquisite morsel for his pleasure, for having served the church so well
in the past forty years. It was only fitting that he had some physical
pleasure of his own and this virginal bride-to-be was the woman of his
dreams. Then a kiss to the sweet pink lips of the unconscious beauty,
delving his thick tongue into her sweet mouth. Moving down slowly,
Father Thomas paid homage to the soft pink nipples, sucking at the
tender flesh and nipping the sensitive nipples with his teeth. And then
to taste the sweet nectar of her golden treasure, where the Good Father
would be the first to sample this sweet virginal treasure.
The Holy Father stood back to gaze upon the lovely beauty, as he
prepared to make her a true woman. In a moment, he had removed all of
his clothing and climbed onto the alter, shuffling up between Diane's
long white legs. Laying his heavy pudgy body on the petite beauty,
Father Thomas took a deep breath to savor the unbelievable feeling.
Reaching down he moved his rock hard cock up and down in search of the
treasure it sought. He gasped as the soft slick lips parted a bit to
allow entrance to the tip of his drooling cockhead. He had now found
the entrance to the golden gates to heaven. He had to hold himself
still for fear of erupting prematurely.
Then the thick cock was pushed forward, meeting an extremely tight
resistance, then the pudgy old priest give a loud groan as his cockhead
was fully enveloped by the tight grip of the bride-to-be's vagina lips.
The petite beauty was now having her lovely untouched body violated by
the very priest whom she had come to trust with her most intimate
confessions.
Pumping back and forth, the Holy Father forced four thick inches of
his pulsing cock into the lovely young woman, whom he had spent so much
time dreaming of. Then he gasped, feeling a barrier that prevented him
from further entry. A few more thrusts and still he could make no
headway. Pausing, Father Thomas realized that he was encountering the
precious prize that this lovely woman was preserving for her loving
Michael. The prize that she had planned on surrendering three weeks from
now, to the groom on their wedding day. "Oh, thank the Lord!" Father
Thomas muttered at his good fortune. Rearing back, grasping tightly
onto Diane's trim white hips, he slammed forward with all his might.
"Awwwww ......!" he groaned as he broke through the hindering barrier.
Laying upon the soft white body, Father Thomas was buried to the
hilt of his throbbing cock. His pulsing cock felt engulfed in a warm
wet tunnel, then he felt a warm wet dampness where he was joined to the
raped beauty. As the sticky wetness spread through his pubic hair area,
he raised up to slowly withdraw his pulsing cock. He gasped as he
observed the bright red blood that matted his pubic hair and covered his
thick cock. He had stolen and destroyed the lovely bride-to-be's
precious jewel that she had saved all her life for her wedding night.
So excited in the pleasures of possessing a woman for the first time
ever, Father Thomas was on the verge of cumming. He held absolutely
still for fear of unleashing his pent-up balls prematurely. After
several moments of keeping absolutely still, the Good Father stemmed the
urge to unleash his holy fluid. Grasping the trim hips again, Father
Thomas began to fuck away at the lovely bride-to-be. Unaccustomed to
the thrill of the fuck, it took only about 20 rapid-fire plunges and
withdrawals before the pudgy old priest gasped and kept his cock deeply
buried in the tight vice, erupting his holy fluid deep in the once
virginal womb. Exhaustion set into his pudgy body as the Holy Father
fell asleep on the lovely woman, his cock still oozing its holy fluid
into her womb.
Twenty minutes later, a startled Father Thomas awoke as the lights
to the church came on. In his total exhaustion from the exhilarating
fuck, he had not heard the door to the church open. He glanced around
and realized he had literally been caught with his pants down. Caught
with his cock still buried in the unconscious bride-to-be. Caught right
in the act of raping this lovely woman. He groaned as his life passed
before his eyes, realizing the shame he had brought to the church and
the humiliating future of a trial and the rest of his life in jail.
"Oh, my God, Father!" exclaimed Amos Simpson. Normally old man Amos
came to clean-up the church during the days. As the janitor, he had a
set of keys to all the church doors and adjoining buildings. Obviously
the Good Father had forgotten his request last week to do the cleaning
this evening verses the day, due to a youth baseball game that his
grandson was playing in. He couldn't believe his eyes, seeing the ugly
fat body of the Holy Father laying atop the beautiful Diane Beinert. He
himself had lusted for this lovely beauty, whom he knew would soon be
wed in this very church. Amos couldn't believe the old priest had done
what he himself only dreamt of doing, raping this beautiful young
morsel.
Approaching the alter, Amos looked at Father Thomas, who could only
stare at him with his mouth open. Taking in the entire sight before
him, Amos smiled at the Holy Father "My God, Father! You copped the
little bitch's cherry! Relax, Father, don't have a heart attack! This
will be a secret between just you and me." Amos reassured him. Amos
watched as Father Thomas turned to his side, his bloody cock popping out
of the once virginal young woman.
"Move up above her head, Father!" Amos advised the old priest. As
the pudgy priest obeyed the command, Amos quickly disposed of his
clothing. Amos looked younger than Father Thomas, but in reality was 5
years older at the age of 65. His janitorial job at the church had him
doing all sorts of odd jobs and really kept him in good physical shape.
He began to stroke his long black dong while looking at the lovely white
body of the unconscious Ms. Diane Beinert. `God, even though he missed
copping her precious cherry, he was going to bury his ole black cock
deep in her fertile womb, far deeper than what the Good Father could
do.'
Father Thomas watched with his mouth open, astounded at the size of
the janitor's black cock. `My God', he thought `It's twice as long and
twice as thick as mine!' `Oh, this poor little child will die from that
big cock ........he'll definitely `ruin' her with it!' He continued to
watch as Amos grasped the unconscious Diane by her hips. The black
hands on her lily white hips caused Father Thomas' cock to twitch in
excitement. He realized that Amos was intent, as he had been, on raping
this lovely young woman. He watched the young beauty being dragged to
the edge of the alter and realized that she was just at the right height
for the janitor to fuck her without climbing onto the alter.
Amos grasped both of Diane's trim ankles, one in each hand, spread
her long ivory legs apart and upward into a `V'. "Come closer, Father,
hold her legs for me!" Amos advised the stunned priest. Amos grinned as
he watched Father Thomas shuffle forward to take over holding the wide
spread legs. Amos laughed as he saw the Good Father look down to
realize that his shrunken old cock now lay just above the beauty's pink
lips. "Yeah, Father, let have a taste of your holy cock!" Amos laughed,
watching the priest's cock begin to coat the pink lips in a clear glossy
film of filth.
Then Amos set about to breed the beautiful young bitch. His first
stab into the unconscious beauty brought a gasp of pain from her lips,
which opened enough to admit the drooling cock of the Holy Father. "Ah,
God, she's so fucking tight!" he exclaimed to the watching priest "Oh,
God, Father, when this little bride-to-be is comes to the alter again, a
little baby's going to be growing in her sweet white tummy. Wonder if
it'll be a holy baby or one from this black devil of a cock, huh,
Father?" Old Amos had his share of women in his lifetime. But, never
had he ever fucked such a pure and innocent white bitch. And the
thought of him laying a black bastard baby in her womb was just too
much, especially with the Holy Priest holding her trim legs apart for
the sacrifice, to save his own ass.
Amos began to fuck with long fast strokes, burying his black cock
deep into the fertile womb. What an obscene fuck this made for the
humping black janitor, never had he ever participated in such a
mind-blowing situation. Here lay an unconscious white beauty on the
very alter where her wedding would soon take place, the priest to marry
her holding her innocent legs spread wide so the church's black janitor
could rape her. Finally, buried to the hilt, excited beyond belief
from this obscene fuck, Amos unleashed a pint full of hot black baby
jism where it could do the most damage. He looked up to see the Good
Father as he also gave a grunt, filling the bride-to-be's mouth with his
slimy communion wine.
Having cum twice, Father Thomas was totally exhausted. But he was
still excited at watching the lovely Diane being raped by old Amos, the
contrast of his jet black body on Diane's petite ivory body had his
shriveled old cock twitching and drooling. Rushing to the nearby study,
he obtained the church's camcorder to record this memorable event. He
recorded the black janitor again stick his long black cock, streaked
with blood stains, back into the now well-stretched womanhood of the
unconscious young beauty. He recorded the long hard fuck and Amos
burying his cock the full 12" as he unleashed his potent load. Then the
bloody cock was withdrawn and the dainty white feet of the unconscious
beauty were wrapped around the bloody pole, as it continued to ooze out
its slimy goo to cover the dainty white soles in the thick mixture of
cum and blood.
Later, the church lights were dimmed so it would take the young
beauty awhile to focus her eyes in the darkness when she awoke. Using
the smelling salts, purchased by the priest that day, the young beauty
came back to conscious. It took her several minutes to even realize
where she was. Then the pain in her raped vagina registered and she
began to sob uncontrollably. She looked fearfully about and thanked God
that her rapist had left. Diane cried from the pain, her eyes began to
focus and she cried even more upon seeing the blood between her thighs
and on the alter. Her careful preservation of virginity, the prize for
her beloved Michael, had been brutally taken from her.
Hidden in the church balcony, the two old rapists watched the young
beauty in her distress. Their eyes accustomed to the darkness, they
could clearly make out the lovely white form struggle to get up from the
sacrificial alter. They watched Diane nearly collapse from the pain
emanating from her bloody thighs. They saw the young beauty struggling
to gather her clothing. Just as Diane was about to put her dress on,
they saw her pause and look at the soiled alter. Then the dress was
used to clean up the bloody mess. It was obvious that the young beauty
did not want anyone to discover the messy alter, for the church records
would show it was she who had been in the church on this evening. That
she did not want her humiliating rape from being discovered, that she
had been viciously raped and would not be walking down the aisle in
three weeks, as a pure virginal bride.
Three weeks later, Father Thomas took great joy in officiating the
wedding between the lovely Diane Beinert and Michael Osborne.. Even Amos
came in, on his day off, to view the special ceremony. When the groom
had been awaiting in the hallway for the time to enter the church, Amos
made a point of going up to the young man to shake his hand and
congratulate him on marrying such a beautiful young bride. The lovely
bride was dressed in a long beautiful white wedding gown. Diane looked
so radiant and virginal, as she took the long walk down the carpeted
aisle. Only three people in the church knew that `virginal' description
no longer applied to the bride.
Three months later, Father Thomas sat in the confessional when he
heard the sweet voice of Mrs. Diane Osborne. She was a bit distraught,
having to confess her sins. He listened as she told him that she had
recently had to lie to her husband. She had discovered that she was
pregnant but her husband was not the father. Diane went on to explain
that she had been brutally raped several weeks before the wedding and
the rapist was the father of her child. But no mention was made of
where the rape took place, for it was apparent that Diane did not want
to tell how she was despoiled right in this holy church itself. Diane
went on to explain that she was allergic to the pill and that she and
her husband had agreed to use condoms for a year till they decided to
start a family. She explained that she lied to her husband telling him
that a condom must have failed on the honeymoon.
Father Thomas consoled they young wife and mother-to-be. He
reassured her that she did nothing wrong. It was a good lie and that
she was to be absolved of any sins, for such a lie only served for the
better. He counseled her that it would be sinful to think of getting an
abortion for she would be taking a life. He told her he would pray for
her daily and that all would work itself out in the end. He asked her
to come to him for counseling any time and would be only too happy to
help her in her need.
That night, while wanking his old cock while picturing the lovely
Diane, Father Thomas prayed for her. Prayed that the baby be his holy
baby rather than that of the old black devil. `Oh, God!' he prayed `Let
me be the one to have fathered that little baby growing in that lovely
beauty! Let her have my holy baby!'
Months later, going to St. Martin's Hospital, Father Thomas strolled
to the maternity ward. At the window to the room housing the babies, he
asked the nurse to see the Osborne baby. He smiled proudly when the
nurse pointed to the baby carrier of the Osborne baby. He thanked the
Lord, the baby had indeed been conceived from his holy seed, his holy
seed had beaten back the assault of the evil black devil seed.
The Good Father went to the room where the mother of his child was
resting. He greeted her and Michael, congratulating them both on a
beautiful baby boy. Michael was so excited, saying that his mother told
him that the baby looked exactly like him. Father Thomas noticed the
lovely Diane hesitantly bite at her lower lip, blinking back tears, upon
hearing that comment. When Michael went to the restroom, Diane told him
"Oh, Father, thank you so much for helping me all these months. Your
counseling throughout the last six months helped me get through this
ordeal. I'm so happy I followed your advice and had the baby, he's so
cute and adorable, although created in such a despicable way. You saw
how Michael even thinks the baby looks like him. Father, I've named the
baby `Tom' after you. I want him to be just like you!" she said,
pulling his arm down to give him a kiss on the cheek.
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