I couldn’t gather the courage to face her.But somehow I decided to at least apologize to her before she tells anyone.I went up to the terrace as she... was already there.At first, I didn’t look at her but when I did I saw she was looking at me only.I was feeling so ashamed I somehow uttered.Me- kal k liye sorryNeha- sorry kis liyeMe- kal apko jo dekhna pada uske liye.SorryShe obviously could sense that I was too ashamed and she found it funny and was almost laughing but covered her mouth.Seeing. This time Sylvia replies scared, with disgust and loud: "Yes, of course I do! ... Jesus.". Then, I give Katin another three donkey punches on her fore head again, accompanied by asking: "For what are you ready, pig?". Sylvia is saying: "I am ready to slap and spit on my daughter!". Another three donkey punches follow again and I tell Sylvia: "Build a sentence you stupid pig!". Sylvia is already crying and repeat in complete sentence: "I am ready to slap and spit on my daughter!". I give Katin. KEN WAS A GUY I HAD WORKED WITH ABOUT 7 YEARS EARLIER WHEN I WAS JUST SIXTEEN.I WORKED WITH HIM FOR ABOUT TWO YEARS AND HE TOO ME UNDER HIS WING.HE WAS A SLIM CHAP WHITE HAIR AND ALWAYS VERY SMART ,AND HE ALWAYS SMELLED GOOD. HELLO THERE I SAID BACK ,HOW ARE YOU,VERY WELL HE REPLIED AND WE PROCEEDED TO HAVE A CONVERSATION FOR ABOUT HALF HOUR OR SO.HE TOLD ME HIS TWO DAUGHTERS HAD NOW LEFT HOME AND HIS WIFE HAD LEFT HIM A COUPLE OF YEARS EARLIER FOR A YOUNGER MAN.I FELT REALLY SORRY FOR HIM. Suddenly I found myself sucking on her clit, her bush tickling my cheeks and nose.I heard Sister Margaret moan, "Don't stop Father! I need you to make me cum!"My tongue feathered against her clit while I continued to suck."Yes! Yes! Thats good!" she cried out just before she pulled my face from her mass of pubic hair. "I need your cock in my cunt. I want you to fuck me, Father! Fill my cunt."I was so intoxicated from drinking her juices, without hesitation I said yes. She told me to lie on my.