I was then ordained to a medium sized parish in… well, where my parish is located isn't important… As you might have guessed by now this story is ...my own confession. I hope you forgive me for leaving out some details. Confession. Confession was my favorite thing about being a priest. Don't look so shocked. It's your priest's favorite as well. We take great delight in hearing all the naughty things you do. By the time that this story takes place I had been doing all of the confessions and. I immediately pushed her & started kissing her hard on her sexy lips. She too responded really well & fast. She was biting my lips really hard. I then asked her about her husband. She said that he is a businessman & is out. She said that he fucked her only when he is having mood & that too not more that 15 min. He just fucks her & does nothing else. While talking this I made her & myself nude. She had a very soft skin with no hair anywhere. Her pussy was very clean & pink with no hair around &. He ignored her advances and excused himself politely.The girls fucked themselves down to the flat of the hard wood and the base of the dildos – some had orgasms, some had multiple.Once they were done, Mrs. Garrett paired them up and untied them so that they could eat each other out in a 69.“Awww, you always make us play the Hairy harmonica when we are all wet and slimy,” Jo said as she faced Blair and laid back on the table.“What are you complaining about? My pussy always tastes like sugar and. .. itch all over."They both dropped their rifles and began to scratch at the sleeves oftheir shirts. In a frenzy, they pulled off their gloves and archedtheir fingers to scratch better. Neither noticed that his hands weregetting smaller, more supple; his fingernails growing longer, turningred; and that his skin was darkening from pale white to the color ofcoffee with cream.Their fingers, now delicately manicured, moved on to scratch at theirtorsos; torsos that were narrowing, becoming less.