I Confessed to my Thomas Young Priest…Then he"Confessed"to me

A tarradiddle of vernal confessions and Thomas More by Phyllis and Roger

Phyllisroger

Introduction : I was a marriageable and sexy young woman…a Baptist…my close friend, Becky, invited me to attend her Catholic Church…she thought the Loretta Young priest, founding father Daniel, was a real dish and she told me of the cleaning of one's soul through confession. Becky told of how she would sit in a closed cubicle and share her common soldier moments with Church Father Daniel ; …how talking to the non-Christian priest about her"ungodly"sex living would make her hot and wet ; telling a grown man of her sexual adventures excited him to ; that she could learn the priest external respiration deeply as she unfolded the tale of her up-to-the-minute sexual escapade. She said she could hear him strike his robes and imagined he was giving himself a near stroking as she revealed her sex life history. What I didn't know at the fourth dimension but her relating telling the priest about her sex life ; encouraging me to assure him, too, was only voice of Becky's and the priest's plans for me ; of how this was the showtime of lots of new sex and fun in my life ; in hers, too. Not to mention that of the priest !

Becky was one of my best friends and we shared nigh, but obviously, not all of our enigma and stories…We both loved sex and sexual climax and couldn't get enough of it all. Our torso were alert and when we came, we were surplus alive. It was why, I now know that she had a foreign sparkle in her eyes as she told me I should come to church and about sitting in the small John Wilkes Booth, encouraging me to do it ; telling a grown man, in this case, don Daniel, the freehanded Whitney Moore Young Jr. non-Christian priest, telling him about how a great deal she liked fucking and turning them both on in the middle of church building with lots of other citizenry around was exciting and a fun thing to do on a Sunday, even for a Baptist, like me. Becky was a naughty girl for keeping a secret…we were both blue and loved it all.

There we two were for that Sunday morning service, listening to Father Daniel from the soapbox talking about sin, that we were sinners, that…strangely in this sermon -- -about sex with animals : that bestiality was a sin. That hit home for me because I liked animal sex…a completely lot. Was he talking to me and Becky ? I wasn't for sure Becky was into it but I was.

Then, after the service, she went to the footling confessional ; I waited patiently outside the booth, the early parishioners walking around, seeing the two trace inside, two figures and knowing the priest was getting hot listening to my protagonist. I couldn't hear a word but my imagination was excited about my first time inside. I was thinking Father of the Church Book of the Prophet Daniel had said I was a sinner for liking bestiality…who was he to say and should I tell him ? All these thoughts and the two figures whispering inside. I was nervous. It seemed forever but the door finally opened…Becky was red in the face and smiling at me…I knew…she knew. It was now my turn, it all sounded exciting : another adventure in my youth.

The story…first chapter : Listening to the excitement in Becky's vocalization as she had related to me about her confessions I waited outside nervously until she was finished ; until she had received Fatherhood Daniel's warning and command : Five"Hail Mary's"and no masturbation or fucking until the following week's confession…I wasn't sure she would be obedient on the last constituent but the Hail Mary's were leisurely enough. She opened the little room access of the confessional, exited, a vast grin on her expression and blushing nerve, adjusting her apparel, looking at me…then it was my act. I entered and closed the doorway. It was iniquity enough inside…but I could see the paradigm of Book of Daniel through the screened partition. I sat on the footling cushion hoping my moist cunt wouldn't leave a mark…what would the side by side parishioner think ?

I didn't eff how to get. I sat and waited. Through the partition came a delicately vernal voice in a variety of rustle :"Hello my child. I am Father Daniel. I am ready to take heed your confession."I mumbled some response that it was my first fourth dimension to confess. I said what Becky told me to say, which was :"Forgive me Father for I have sinned."My part echoed in the slight space."How old are you my child ?"he said."I'm fourteen and I'm a Baptist."His reply :"You are a child of God…we are all His children… [ and then came the here and now ]. How have you sinned my tiddler ?"

I hesitated. He was a stranger to me. I had seen him giving a brief sermon ; get a line his words that we are all sinners and that as Christians we would be forgiven. He was a handsome young man and even with his robe from articulatio humeri to animal foot I could order he was slant and virile…just like my uncle Dave whose body I knew every inch…younger than my grandfather whose eubstance I also knew every in. Still, I didn't know what to say to this stranger. He was a man, after all, and I thought he was a sexy man, too, even in his robes. But he was a non-Christian priest. I wondered what he looked like under the clothing…did this religious man's shaft harden like the early men I knew…but in his discourse he had touched one subject that aroused me…he had mentioned animals and that the Word of God forbade consorting with creature. I was a"consorter."In fact, one of my favourite affair was consorting with sensual rooster. Would I be forgiven even for this sin ? Father Daniel spoke softly to me through the little screen door :

"This is private…the confessional…it is confidential…just between the two of us…you can evidence me how you have sinned ; you can speak freely even all about your sex life and I won ‘ t tell another soul no matter what…I am here to hear your confession and give you absolution from your sins whatever they might be."His voice was politic and soothing to me. I felt very private, very quiet, very alone…I adjusted on my little seat…my cunt was getting hot just thinking about this man asking me to secern him aphrodisiacal affair. I paused and collected my thoughts…and then said :"Father…I am Becky's friend and I have had sexual feelings…"

I could see a shadow of him nodding…he said"Go on…I know Becky…she is a wonderful girl…she has intimate feelings, too, but what did you do with your intimate feeling ?"I was ready for my'Hail Blessed Virgin's'now. Was more unbend in the darkness…I could see the lip of Father Daniels move and thought of him using them on me for some reason…would his tongue ever lick me ? I was starting to respire hard already. Then…

"I yielded to them,"I blurted out."I knew it was improper but I did."My vocalization caught in my throat…and then I told him other matter. Once I got started it seemed I couldn't stop ; all variety of my experiences poured out : I told him of sex with my grandfather…of sucking on his shaft after he had caught me sucking on our goat and making him come ; [ as I went on with my confession it became very quieten on the early side of the screen…except Church Father Daniel started breathing deeply…did I hear him wind his robe ? ] …I told him of playing with the cock of the mob goat and then the class dog…how I had laid alongside my dog, sucking his penis and then lifted my leg over him, positioning his penis at the opening of my cunt…how it had seemed so lifelike, our bodies close…his pissed shaft, the pointy tip, wetting me ; how I positioned and helped the dog jabbing into me, making me total hard ; of peeking in on my parents one night and watching them have sex…of Mom sucking Dad's cock…of the pleasurable haphazardness they made, how happy they both were and how I wanted to try things and be glad, too ; of how grandfather played with my ass and fucked me in the ass…that at first it was unusual but how I came to enjoy it ; of learning to use my finger in his ass to get grandfather surplus remains ; of staying with my uncle and aunt on a weekend…how I was invited into their way and into their bed…how uncle and auntie and I all got naked and stroking and licking ; how they had made me groan and cry out and have my start vaginal climax…of early things…it was a farsighted narration…the non-Christian priest was very tranquilize and listening intently. I told him of the Bible part I had read about sex with fauna and felt I had committed a terrible sin but bask it.

I heard his robe rustling through the little screen. Was the non-Christian priest lifting his gown, stroking his cock while listening to me ? I heard his external respiration and a short grunt. He exhaled. He slid open a CRT screen in the confessional and I looked at him. His case was crimson and crimson. I knew I had turned on this well-favoured man something terribly. He smiled. Then he spoke :

"Time for us my child… ( pause to inhale ) … just now is limited. There are others whose sins I must hear. Come see me tomorrow afternoon…my room is at the back of the church…and I can pass more time with you to talk over these…things."He slid the silver screen shut and we were now shadows."In the meantime, it is sufficient for this low gear visit that you ask God's forgiveness…and say 5 Hail The Virgin's Full of Grace…and I will see you tomorrow."I felt relieved…I wasn't going to be punished. The priest was breathing voiceless and took breaths between prison term. I knew I had turned him on with my story…I couldn't wait to see him again.

Out of the confessional I went. Becky was waiting for me…we shared big smiles. It was my turn to be hot and have a red font."I told you that confessing was fun !"she said. We were both blushing as we walked hand in mitt out of the church. I told her I had aroused the priest with my chronicle. Becky said :"That's why it's so a good deal fun. I turn him on every Sunday."“ He wants to see me in his office tomorrow,"I said."For more confession ?"she smiled…"I'll let you know,"I said, as we both walked along…floating on a sexual cloud, our imagination on fire…the firing of Hell or some other attack ? I couldn't wait to find out !

That night I had visual sense of the young priest. How nice he was to me and I did as he told me : I said 5 Hail Virgin Mary's Full of Grace, asked for God ‘ s blessing…at the same time I played with myself…one foresightful diagonal for each Hail Mary ! .. and squeezed my finger into my cunt which was hot and wet, all the time thinking of founding father Book of the Prophet Daniel and how we would have a Thomas More"in depth"public lecture in the afternoon…what confessions and secret of his own he might unwrap to me…including what he wore under his robe ? The best secrets are the unity that can be shared…with my honest friend Becky and with Daniel.

bit Chapter :"The next afternoon"could not come soon enough for me. I was skittish all day, primping, dressing…not fully dressed ! …you know…"barely"dressed… and then it was afternoon, schooltime was out and I was off to the Christian church for a little more than confessing. founder Book of Daniel was just inside as I entered and he took my deal as we walked to his agency at the back of the church…my hand rubbing against his robe. He looked so regal and elegant in his long fateful robe, with the gravid cross hanging down around his neck. His hand was lovesome and just feeling his flesh was already warming me. He opened the office room access, we walked inside, he closed the door…and locked it."We don't need any unexpected visitors. Do we ?"

I nodded and was already blushing, getting hot and wet…it was all arouse and I was shy and embarrassed and ready for another sexual adventure in my Loretta Young spirit. Father Daniel led me to the couch, sat me down and went to his desk, reaching inside, bringing out a bottle of wine-colored and two glasses…"It helps with ‘ confessions,'you know."He handed me the glass, we clicked and drank. I wondered how it was that my first deglutition of the fluid immediately sent a jounce to my cunt but it did. I adjusted on the couch…Daniel's arm was around me and I cuddled into him. He kissed the top of my top dog.

I knew it was too soon and very wrong…but I reached out my script resting on top of his gown and felt his stiff pole ; looking into his face. He smiled. It was very tranquillity in his office. We had another drink of wine-coloured. His pole moved on my hand and he kissed me."This is just between us,"he cautioned…"the confessing and the sleep and it must stay on secret or we could both be in grievous trouble."I nodded, he kissed me again and I fumbled on top of his robe…he was really stiff ! A horny priest…or is that an oxymoron ?

"What should I do ?"I asked."About what ?"he inquired."About animals and consorting with them…like you said : the Bible is against it."He went on :"Yes, the Word talks against consorting with wildcat but in early piece it is allowed…especially to satisfy a woman's indigence when her man is away. When women…or girls…have needs, then it's permitted. You enjoy it don't you ?"I smiled and nodded…this was all turning me on terribly and in my mind I saw dog's cocks…and Fatherhood Daniel's ! I couldn't wait to see it. It was so dirty and wrong and so hot. He kissed me again !

I confess I was unquiet about all this : a non-Christian priest and youth me ; in his office caressing ; my hand on top of his robe making his tool flex…it was so hushed I could hear the clock ticking…or was it my heart beating so fast ? I crossed my peg and felt the air cooling me…exciting me more. Under my frock I was naked and vulnerable…I wanted to be vulnerable for this priest…wondering what he would do with me when I yielded to my sexual feelings. Father Daniel broke the silence :"Phyllis, tell me about your first time…with a dog I mean…How did that hap ?"

He wanted my story of consorting with an animate being ! How I had sinned…his cock flexed on my paw as he asked…It was all so hot and erotic and he kissed me again, pouring us more wine-coloured ; the clock and my nub ticking together."We aren't in a rush. We have the whole afternoon,"he said."I have to be family for dinner party,"I said."What kind of dog was it ?"he asked."He was our family unit dog,"I began."He was a Labrador and we called him Duke. Are you sure you want to get wind ?"He nodded."When my sept went to town and I was alone I used to fiddle with his pecker and kiss it and stroke it until he would spurt. I got to liking the unknown taste. One good afternoon I had gotten him really besotted and anxious and ready to cum. I had put my dress over a chair so it wouldn't get messed and was playing with him, lying naked by his English on some shock. I was hot and wet and it was a warm afternoon ; the two of us on the porch. His red bow-wow tool was in broad show and my script was wet with him…I knew he was set up to spurt out his cum…my pussy not far from that big, stiff thing.

"I knew how wet I was and the air was cooling when I opened my legs. I scooted around so the tip of Duke's pecker was positioned and I could just, you know, scoot a trivial finisher ; the tip pointing right at my cunt…like an arrow pointed at its target…I was quivering…I moved a little Sir Thomas More and was just in the mighty place now…I could affect a petty, the dog still panting, licking my face kind of in gratitude I guess, and then I lifted my leg over his body, opening myself for insertion. I was so cook. Duke was too.

"I had to postulate the initiative. After all, he was a dog and needed ‘ training.'” I laughed. Book of the Prophet Daniel had lifted his robe as I was telling my story. I looked down. He had a skillful turncock. Very nice ! He smiled and kissed me and I pushed his face away :"Let me finish the story…your kissing won't let me talk."“ Go on,"he said, smiling. His eyes were flashing. Pres Young Phyllis had set the handsome non-Christian priest on fire…it didn't take much…the quiet room, the wine, a man and adult female, I was naked under my dress…him naked too and a goodness story…what's not to like ! I went on.

"So there we were…me defenseless and hot both of us in position…his dick pulsing…just like yours Father Daniel ! …"he laughed,"I felt so vulnerable with my leg lifted over the puppy's physical structure and his throb pecker at me. I rubbed it on my wet body and moved a minuscule more ; his cock now just spreading my lips slightly : I forget the rest !"I joked. Padre Daniel, in a stern interpreter said :"Stop it…tell me what happened."I continued :

"Well…he was licking my face…and I moved again, closer, smoothing that cock with the wet walls of my cunt…his dick throbbing…I moved more and Duke began reacting, moving deeper…we were both wet and slippery and he slipped inside easily…I moved out and then in again. He wasn't actually fucking me. I was fucking him. My leg over his trunk acted as a lever and I moved my leg to bring his pecker in and out…I was getting frantic for release. It was so natural…a cock and a cunt…a dog's tool and a missy's cunt…but it seemed our bodies were made for this…it was tickling me and teasing…I wanted his cock deep…squeezed my leg forcing another thrust…it was all so beautiful on the porch that afternoon…my puss being stroked as I flexed my leg on his body…it was like we were designed for this moment and I felt him slip abstruse inside and spurt and release in me…splashing me with his sperm. That was the first time…but not the last."My bit to kiss my hot priest…who was wetting my mouth.

"You are a very pretty girl, and what a sexy story,"he said and kept fondling, this fourth dimension his spit in my mouth, licking the ceiling of my back talk."You are very handsome…for a priest, and really stiff !"I said and stroked the hardness, in my hand… between kisses and he laughed…we both laughed as our natural language entwined, a little to a greater extent wine and the ice was fully broken between us. I didn't need wine to get hot. We were no longer a pretty Young girl and naughty sex-starved horny priest but a female and a male, both of us on fire…ripe with lust…our hands and back talk and natural language exploring, intuitive feeling, stroking. He lifted the hem of his gown. I looked down and there it was…stiff and wet. He had a skillful turncock but it was circumcised…not to my taste…I preferred uncircumcised tool with their ruby principal peeking out of their foreskins…it was like a tease firedrake exiting the cave to take me on a wild intimate ride…but…well…I tasted his anyway of class and stroked him some more, his fingerbreadth in my whisker as I licked and tasted…I had never known such reverence ! It was a religious experience ! I saw rooster of all variety fucking me off.

He stood then and looked down at me. I looked up at him :"I said my ‘ Hail Virgin Mary's'like you told me…and I was full phase of the moon of state of grace because I worked on my snatch while saying them ! …did you like my confession ?"He had this big smile and lifted his robe more."I wasn't the only one liking your confession,"he said and his cock flexed in nominal head of me. I reached and stroked it some more…feelings his balls. I knew what I was doing. I thought of gramps and the many times I had stroked his egg. How well I had been taught."I shouldn't be doing this,"he said."Maybe you should concede,"I said and smiled.

He looked at me and down at my hands playing on his wet cock, fondling his ball pouch :"I confess I like what you are doing to my cock. And my orchis ! Are you going to anoint ‘ little'Danny ?"I laughed and kissed the wet tip of his cock, lifting his clump."Let's call him ‘ Big Danny. ‘ This kind of anointing ?"as I licked the wet oral sex."Father, I will discover your confession,"I said. He took my head word, pulling me onto him…fingers in my haircloth as I began to take up him."MMM !"was all he mumbled. That was enough of a confession for me…my mouth was wide-cut and my ear were filling.

I had watched him sermonizing from the pulpit. He was gallant and regal and sheik. Now he was just putty in my script. Underneath all that, beneath his lifted gown, he was all man, pulsing, a wetting man responding to my tongue and lips, me savoring his soundbox fluids as his hammer was reacting to my ablutions…his own special holy H2O in my mouth…my pussy hot and also quick to be anointed.

His mitt was up my apparel now…pausing as it found my defenseless cunt…then fingers came alive, worshiping its crimp and its own sanctum fluids…we were two hot, panting hoi polloi. He kneeled between my wooden leg, I opened myself for him."Your body is a endowment from God,"he said and I scrunched down on the couch."Devine,"he said as his mouth went to me and began licking. My turn to thumb his hair…pulling his brass into me as I lifted my bottom and arched my back…his tongue was sending me to Heaven ! I put both men on the cross he had around his cervix dangling on my pussy…pulling on it."God you're sweet,"he said…licking away…I held the crossbreeding, moving my finger along it…"God is adept ! ?"I laughed and pulled on the cross, moving his facial expression harder against my pussy. I spasmed and let out a small girly oink as he pressed into me. His face and mouth were wet with me…he stopped and looked at me, our eye connecting, he smiled…"Your spend is luscious !"and he began again but not finishing me as he could sense I was urgent for release…but then he sat beside me, his robe at his waist…

"Sit on my lap you niggling whore,"he said helping me to remain firm. I stood there straddling him…his rooster erect."What are you going to pay your little cyprian to do that ?"I teased."I will shower you with all the thanksgiving I have under my control…when…I lose control."I said :"I want to be showered by the cum from your mother fucker you dirty hornlike priest,"my tour to tantalise. We were both laughing now as I climbed on for my ride.

I moved over the priest's pecker, looking into his face…he was breathing hard…I hovered above him and positioned his cock…letting the tip touch my puss lips but teasing him again…we were both wet and I felt how slippery we were."We're both slippery,"I said…hovering above him."Just like Duke and me were that first base clock time !"His centre opened panoptic. I knew he was ready and wanting me…I looked into his eyes…he was questioning…what I was doing hovering and still, just above his wet cock…It was our moment of truth…all the truth and nothing but…I held myself steady and looked at him.

"What about Becky ?"I asked. He didn't answer."fountainhead ? ? ? …"I insisted. I was still above his hot cock, nudging the tip with my snatch lips…not letting him get in me yet…more teasing… and he tried to lift into me but I lifted too."Well ? ? ?"I repeated."Your little whore wants to know."“ Know what ?"he asked, trying again to lift into me but I lifted as well.

"Confess,"I said…"Come on you horny fucking, wicked priest…CONFESS ! Confess your sins. Do you have it away Becky too ?"Now he grew annoyed and gripped my waist in his house hands…his lifting and my lifting, our coquetry, was over now…he gripped me difficult, taking control just as I hoped he would, empaling my cunt on his cock…his pointer had penetrated me and I exhaled…he was inside me, deep interior with an impulsive thrust…I sat on him and rested. I forced my hands on his chest and gripped his cross."Is she your hot little prostitute, too ?"I teased and he lifted me up at the waist and pulled me down on him again. He took my breath…my face was on his…kissing him…our natural language at workplace. He nodded and hurl again…his cock was at my throat…I wiggled on him…"Yes !"he exhaled…"Yes she is !"It was my bit to move…I lifted and sat, lifted and sat as he was excited, I was too, and we were two animals in lust, cuddling, piece of ass, thrusting and fucking some more."I like fucking pretty Brigham Young women…I do !"“ You're good at it father,"I said as I felt him deep inside…"You like fucking Becky…I knew it…it's why she brought me to church…to fuck you. Should we place her a ‘ Thank You ‘ note ?"He held me in his bag thrusting knockout now.

He thrust into me again this time with an urgency ; I felt him release, hot jets of cum interior and liberate his custody at my waist…I needed more, lusted for more but he was going limp…God ! Not now going limp when I wasn't finished ! Men ! fuck them…which of course of action I was…but…it's lifespan and I made some pretend climax grunts and breathed in his ear."You didn't seed, did you ?"he asked."Be honest."“ It was all too quick and a surprise…will I get another hazard ?"I laughed. He nodded…"or…or"“ Or what ?"I asked."doe my footling lady of pleasure want some more fucking right now ?"he said. I mumbled in his ear as his limp turncock slipped out of me completely :"MMM…HMMM."

Chapter III : I was by his side now, resting. Our dead body warming each other as we calmed…both of us still panting from the jointing. Then, he got up, opened a back room access and I heard swishing and stride. I opened my eyes to see a naked forefather Daniel…with a dog on a leash…they were walking toward me. I would let a lot to squeal."This is doodly-squat,"he said,"you two can get acquainted."He led the dog to the lounge. It began nuzzling me. I spread my ramification and it went right to my speckle, beginning to lick and snuggle."You're going to make me cum"I said. Padre Daniel smiled, saying :"Not me…Jack. Good boy Jack…lick my petty whore."

And he did…my head resting, my eubstance lifting and heating again. It had been good sex with the non-Christian priest but I just hadn't come there were so many things happening. I needed finishing. I looked up at Fatherhood Book of the Prophet Daniel in astonishment that all this was happening…he was watching us, Jack and me my body lifting to the incessant thrashing of my juices, I was so close to a tremendous climax. Father's cock rising to attention again at the aphrodisiacal scene of his parishioner in growing pashion…Jack and I making the non-Christian priest hot again but it was Jack's turn…and mine."He's just lickering you up…you want finishing…I'll help…here, turn over on the couch."I turned and rested on the couch…my ass in good introduction. Book of Daniel lifted Jack alongside me and I felt the dog's cock on my back…poking around…I moved my fanny for position…then…"clutch still, I think you ‘ re set up,"he said and I did…the dog's stopcock slipped easily into my wet hole, his paws gripping my waist…plunging his cock into me…"Ugh,"I grunted as seaman stab and"Ugh !"again as I lifted and moved up for mysterious penetration…"You love dog fucking don't you ?"I buried my head into the couch and enjoyed…

"Fuck…fuck me,"I cried and the dog was intense now…every fiber of me in unison with its plunging cock. I was aching and crying and releasing to the fury…Daniel petting my back…smoothing my hot skin…his hands coolheaded where I was hot…the dog was finished and I lay there, unmoving, still exposed…Daniel's implements of war holding me…

Then another surprise…this young priest…again aroused at our scene…was hugging me from behind and I felt his shaft searching for me…I lifted for lieu and he was fucking the life out of me, this sentence probing my ass…"barker stylus !"he muttered…"Now I'm your doggy fucking my small bitch whore in the ass,"he muttered, thrusting into me as I lifted, responded, enjoying every dirty watchword, every feeling…he released in me and I felt his hot jets as I had one to a greater extent piffling cum…I was drained and throbbing…thinking of granddad and the goat, of Uncle Dave and his wife…of my best ally Becky and the mystery I would confess to her…"time lag until Becky finds out what a horny priest you are,"I said between pant for breath…it was quiet as he grew limp…"She already knows,"he whispered in my ear. His play to profess. He was soft now, lying at my side…our eyes closed…him petting me down…covering me with his robe…our breathing slowed…my cheeks wet with binge."I never knew…"I said."You are God's gift,"he said."More Hail The Virgin's ?"I asked. He just laughed and kissed me. In the quietly way everything was still, except for our licking hearts. I reached for his easy cock, fingering it in thanks for our spiritual experience.

Our manpower fumbled over our exhaust and wet bodies…his sozzled cock now just a wet hobble matter and I played with it…teasing. He was kissing me fondling my body…I squeezed on his hand…we were both embarassed ... priest and the penitent…both of us naked…the dog kicking itself clean."I have another little matter,"he whispered. I waited…"I've lusted after women and even nuns,"he went on. I waited some more…"I've always wanted to hump a nun…strip off her habit, snog her, lick her to a ovalbumin hot passion and then fuck her silly…"

"Next clip ?"he asked."Will you wear a habit…that way on one will get suspicions if they see you coming here…and…also…the best component part for me…I'll take it off and fuck your psyche out…"“ After today,"I said, my fingers on his dick felt it begin to thrill as we spoke,"After today, I'm not sure I have any brainiac left…but you can still lie with me silly !"…and we laid there in his priest's office, side by side of meat, raw and cuddled and laughed. I could hardly expect for my kit and did I ever have things to tell Becky…maybe we'd get her a habit too ! Confession was truly unspoiled for the soul and made my cunt purr like the daimon !