The spanking resumed.I can?t say I enjoyed it at first, but as my skin warmed up I noticed the heat began to spread to my pussy and then my clit. I be...gan to absentmindedly grind myself on his leg. He responded by stopping the spanking to finger my pussy. That was much better. At first he only used one finger like he had when he had me ride his hand. Then he inserted a second finger and then a third. I was in heaven. Then he used his other hand to spread my ass cheeks and quickly put is middle. He proceeded to her pussy area and removed her panty with his entire might.He closed her laptop, lifted her and made her chest lie on the kitchen counter. While she could find her bra and panty lying on the ground, he unzipped his pants and inserted his cock into her pussy. She gave an instant moan. He slowly increased his thrusts and she started giving more satisfied moans.She later gained her might and turned around. She said, “You could have waited for a while right. I would have come into. Things had been a little strange between us since our intimate contact during the game of Truth or Dare, and I wasn't entirely certain how she felt about the whole thing. In my mind's eye, I could see the image on the TV screen as we watched her masturbate, as she had been carried off by the tidal wave of her orgasm and her lips had moved to form that sweet, seductive word that had so thrilled me: daddy.And then, with a hot rush of guilt, I realised my baby girl was crying. Any lusty thoughts I. It was Frank Boscow’s turn to be surprised, when his priest snorted and replied, “Sure, why not.” He held out his hand for the paper cup.As always, the stately Monsignor Montalcalvi, the kindly ‘Father Fred’, was semi-disgusted by the attitude of some of his parishioners. It seemed as if half his congregation viewed priests as sexual deviant homosexual pedophiles. The other half clung to the Bing Crosby version, the saint on earth who spent every waking moment not tending to their flock praying.