He did not confess his sin that week, or the week after. His critical attitude toward the Church had led him to question a few of the things he had be...en taught-- a completely new concept for him. By the third week his mind was made up not to confess it at all. He didn’t care to hear the harsh words his priest would speak, nor did he desire the absolution the man could or could not offer him. It was none of his business. Besides, as a good Catholic he knew his confession would have been. Ifell for her the moment I saw her, and asked her to marry me within amonth of our meeting. We did not have sex before our marriage, becauseto be honest, I was a little self conscious about the size of my cock,and did not want to lose her and Vicki seemed to enjoy that I wasinterested in her other then sexually.It seemed that my deception was about to rebound on me."Well?" snapped Vicki, "what do you have to say Michael, I know youplay with that pathetic thing all the time, that may be enough. Barbara was cumming incessantly, thick cunt cream dripped down Gus’s shaft and onto Donna’s face. Occasionally a gusher of her girl cream would spill out from around the tight seal of his cock in her pussy and drip down to cover her lover’s face. Donna’s cunt gripped crazily around the dildo as she came, her body shaking. Gus cried out and spilled his second load of seed into his wife’s womb. She cried out in ecstasy feeling his hot semen jetting into her for the first time that morning. They. She places her other hand on my thigh. My blood pumps a little faster. She brings her lips over to my ear. “You know, I meant what I said yesterday. Come to my bed with me and your mine.”I gulp down the nerves in my throat as I look into her eyes.Those dark eyes that seem to pierce into me like a steak knife.“What do you say?” she says as her hand crawls up my thigh.The only thing I can do is nod. A smile crosses her face as she presses her lips against my cheek. She then gets up and pulls me.