I took a sip from the cup she handed me and sighed gratefully as the pleasant warmth of coffee flowed down my throat.“Jake, you must have fucked Hea...ther and me three times each in the middle of the night! You don’t remember? My ass certainly remembers—it’s fucking sore, Baby!” she accused with another giggle.“I fucked you guys?” I asked her, feeling pretty confused.I rolled over and sat up so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed, making it easier to gulp down some more of the liquid. .. I don't know quite how to say it, but not having a mother has made things a bit difficult for me." Oh I know Peter, I know," the older woman said sympathetically, laying her hand on her young nephew's thigh in a motherly sort of way.Marilyn wasn't quite sure what was happening to her but for the past few moments she had begun to feel sort of different, it was almost as if she had had a few drinks but not quite, it was a different sort of feeling, one that she couldn't quite identify.. *Coming back into the room after my shower I was a little bit nervous. I could feel the butterflies, but also an intense longing-feeling between my legs. I had dried myself off and was in the towel and dressing gown when I came into Louise’s bedroom.There was no light in the room, but the curtains were open and I could make out Louise in her bed. Usually, I put on a nightie and knickers before a sleep-over with Louise and I was a bit unsure whether too at that moment. I didn’t want to be. I washed it and brought it along in case we needed it.” “Needed it? What would we need it for, Sister?” asked Therese, continuing to regard Isabella as her confessor. “For your penance, my child. I can help absolve you so that you need not feel any guilt.” “How?” the French girl asked, her eyes on the ivory phallus. “If there is any sin attached to what happened last night, it must be expiated by recreating the act in my presence. You must experience it again with Sister, and that will be your.