***Please read this before you read the story***
This story contains (Interracial, Squirting, Lesbian sex, and Impregnation) There is no-underage sex and all characters are 18+.
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Justin Thomas was driving up to his new house. He knew this was not a normal day as his life was forever changed once the divorce was agreed upon. It was a messy affair in which he was able to walk away without paying alimony and most of the money. The only thing Justin relented on was the house, and most of the possessions in the house. To him it was a deal since all the stuff in the house reminded him of his ex-wife, and it was now something to be forgotten.
Justin pulled into the road his new house was on and let his attention drift away from the past to the present, and the house he just bought. Using his 401k and some money from the sale of a few things he got in the divorce, he was able to buy a small one bedroom house in the country. It was away from the world and far away from the problems of the past. Justin was so excited with the pictures online, that he purchased it through a broker without ever having seen it. The purchase was a risky gamble that could blow up in his face, although the broker reassured him of the value of the house.
Not one for buying stuff online, the broker was able to send as many pictures as possible, and Justin was not about to make the trip from two states away. It was a quick buy and now he was pulling into the road of his new life.
With a job transfer secure, Justin was thankful for his company having offices in multiple states. Even though it was a mundane phone job that required him to field customer calls, it was a job. It was a job that gave him weeks of vacation and benefits. Those weeks of vacation were being used up with the move, but some would be left over to settle into the new house.
Justin drove further down the road and noticed it was a dirt road used by a nearby farm as well. There were no houses on the road as it had a nice view of a cattle farm to the right. As the drive continued, he saw two houses at the end of the road. The one house was at the bottom of a hill, while the one across the street from it was the one from the pictures.
The new neighbor's house sat at the bottom of a small hill, and on top of the small grassy hill looked like an old abandoned church. The steeple still had the cross on top of it, but the siding, shingles, and paint was all in need of repair.
Justin pulled into his new driveway and stared at his new life as it began to finally sink in. Other than his neighbor, he was miles from another living person. His desire to be alone after his divorce had come to fruition, as the abandoned church seemed like his love life, used and broken.
The week Justin spent moving in he met his new neighbor. George Henry looked to be in his eighties and was keen on finally having someone move in. Justin noticed the house he bought was brand new, and was a modular house that was moved on to the property by the farmer who owned the farm he lived near.
Justin was happy to have both someone to talk with, and even help move boxes when needed. For an elderly man, George seemed quite apt at lifting heavy objects. Although Justin was happy about living alone, the companionship of George seemed to help the transition. In the following weeks, he and George would soon become fast friends.
The move seemed easier than Justin could ever imagine. Within a week he was settled in and ready to go back to work. The next few weeks his life turned around as his new coworkers were just as friendly as his neighbor George. Although it was the same job in a new location, the drudgery of coming home to a wife that ignored him seemed a distant memory now.
Justin was more than happy to accept George's constant invitations for dinner as they both seemed like they could use the companionship. George was always a gracious host and would make dinner most nights. Justin felt guilty about the not cooking as much, but was always bringing over beer or wine for dinner. Even when Justin offered to cook, it was George who seemed to be constantly in his kitchen. Justin even joked about George being a short order cook in the service, although George gave no information or mention about being in the military, so Justin never brought it up again.
As the weeks turned into months, Justin settled into a normal routine. The strange neighbor with an abandoned church in his backyard became a friend with whom he spent nights with conversing over dinner about everything from politics to faith. It was a symbiotic relationship as both were lonely, and Justin enjoyed the casual conversation.
Justin knew there was something off about George but just could not put a finger on it though. Not wanting to rock the boat of the relationship they had, Justin knew it was not normal for all conversations to be about him. Justin even tried to be blunt and asked how old he was, and if he had family. George laughed and gave a vague answer of, "The past is where it needs to be, and it is never pretty."
Justin felt that George needed more time to open up, and that he must have lived such a solitary life, that would only unfold with time. Knowing that the conversations were about him, gave the feeling of counseling with beer and food.
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It was a quiet cold night. The Friday morning was hours away as Justin was walking over to his neighbor's house with a six-pack of beers clutched in his fingers. This was a normal night to him, and George his neighbor, and new friend.
Justin walked into George's house expecting the dinner smell to hit him like it did almost every night. The running joke was that George was feeding the homeless in the town and did not want people to know it was him.
Justin stepped inside and all was silent, only the cracking of the floor was making noise. "Hey, George you awake? We didn't even get to drinking yet and you're passed out. I swear there were no beers left when I was last here, and now you're out cold."
George's house was a small house just like Justin's and after a very quick look, George was not here. Justin questioned himself as George's old Buick was still in the driveway, and the stove was not even turned on. The pasta was out, but the pot near the stove did not even have water in it.
After another quick look, Justin noticed the back door was slightly ajar. His eyes ventured towards the old church on top of the hill in the backyard. It was set away only a couple hundred feet, but he could see the distinct glow of a light.
The night sky was good enough for Justin to make the trek up the side of the hill towards the lighted church. He quickly thought about what George was doing in there, and then thought about springtime coming, and having George asking him to help mow the incredible yard he owned.
Getting to the double door, Justin could see the door on the right was cracked about a foot. The light was coming through from both the door and the window at the far end of the church. Stepping in, he could see the pews were perfectly placed, and there was almost no signs of wear or tear. It was like old age had stopped at the door for this unused church.
Justin could not help but look up to see the ceiling of the old church, and it was just as nice as the rest of the inside. Although lacking in ornate wood, it had an old world charm about the whole place. The pews were both clean and varnished as were the wood floors. Justin knew deep down that George had to be cleaning this place almost weekly.
With a look of amazement, he wondered how and why George did not tell him that he kept the old place in perfect condition only on the inside. The questions flooded in his mind to the point of trying to keep track of which one to ask first.
Stepping in further and looking down the aisle, Justin's heart stopped. He saw a pair of legs sticking out by the set of first pews. Knowing exactly who they belonged to, Justin rushed over to see if George was still alive.
