Peering into the empty confessional beside me, I awaited the opening of the door.Instead of it opening, my door was instead. Standing in front of me w...as the red haired woman from last week! Wearing a black cape and thigh high boots, she stood in the doorway, back lit by the churches lights. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." came the sultry voice "Hello, Father. I'm sure you remember who this is. It has been only a week since my last confession. But what a week it has been!" A sense of. I was sitting on the couch and Clark and Betsy were sitting on the bed, and we continued drinking for another hour and were all getting a little buzzed. Betsy then got up to use the bathroom, and after I heard the toilet flush, she came back into the room.I didn’t notice at first that she had taken off her shorts, but finally my head cleared enough to notice it. She still had her underwear on, which were brief panties, but they almost looked like a thong on her big ass. I saw her thick, gray. I now had a clear vision in my head of Ashleigh pushing a hoover around in a tight crop top, tight shorts that barely covers her arse and a pair of tatty panties that had seen better days, and all chosen by her mother! I was no longer worried about her finding cum in yesterday’s panties.“I will make sure she changes when she gets here, do you want a coffee?” I said as I certainly needed my morning coffee and it would be nice if Julie joined me, she looked relieved that I approved of the change. On 10th January Bhabhi called me and said, “you are going to attend marriage, and you are going with us.” So I get ready to attend marriage, I booked railway ticket for all (Bhabhi, bhaiya, aunty, uncle etc) in 3rd AC in PUSPAk. Bhabhi’s home was in Mumbai, so we booked ticket 12th January, so that we can attend marriage from 13rd January. We all met at Kanpur railway station. Bhabhi was in black sari she was looking like a “apsara”. In my lost story I already described that bhabhi is a very.