That is when I felt a hand on my shoulder. The voice was familiar. “Your mother would come every day when you was gone, she would sit in that same s...pot to pray for your safe return.” It was Father Petrou.Turning towards him, we both opened our arms to embrace each other. We stayed like that for a while like two friends who had not seen each other for years.Father Petrou was about five years older than me. He was different from other priests. When you had a conversation with him about religion,. I felt my cock getting hard again!I quickly opened the door and there sat in the corner on an old chair was Emma. The freshly put out cig was on the floor next to a pile of magazines that she must had brought with her to pass the time."What are you doing in here?" I said to her trying to act surprised. I could see she was shocked that I had caught her there by the way her face flushed red and the fact that she didn’t answer me. This was strange as normally Emma was quite a mouthy and loud girl. "Okay, baby," Hanna said soothingly, "give mama a good sucking!" Steven's mouth attached itself to Hanna's oversized pussy and licked up and down the length of her steaming crack. He always was amazed at the amount of liquid her pussy secreted, and soon his entire face below the eyes was drenched in cunt juice! "That's the way," Hanna cooed, "make mama's pussy feel nice, make it cum for her, she needs it so badly!!!" Steve bored in harder, flicking his tongue on and around the erect little clit. Lynne shivered, her eyes wide as she leered at her mother's bouncing tits. Her mouth watered. "Your tits are beautiful," she said as her mother surfaced in front of her. "Why didn't you take off your bottoms too?"Janice quivered under her daughter's hot leers. The inside of her cunt turned mushy. There was something about Lynne, something she couldn't put her finger on. It was as if the child had turned into a woman right before her eyes. "I'm not that bold," she said in answer to her.