The Surplice - a decorative white tunic worn over the cassock. The stole, a long, narrow strip of cloth d****d around the neck, a vestment of distinct...ion, a symbol of ordination.The alb - the common garment of all ministers at the eucharist, worn over a cassock. The chasuble, the outermost sacramental garment of priests and bishops, often quite decorated. His was emerald green with a large embroidered gold celtic cross the full front of the garment.As was the custom I entered quietly and stood. I wanked and came on the panty and this time without any fear and happily as if now I am allowed to do it.I came out and she was still watching TV. She was dressed as normal. Not revealing. I asked get when is dad back and her first question was “why”. I replied, just. That led to a conversation. She asked me why my friend calls me every day and what I talk to them. I said nothing, she told me to be honest, that sounded like I know it and let talk. I said actually he likes his mom. She was not. I slowly lowered my face toward the golden fleeced slit at the juncture of her legs. All my senses were inflamed with her sex. Slowly, I kissed the little bud just at the top of her opening, and felt her jerking response to that first touch. I placed my thumbs on her pussy lips and gently opened her flesh to expose the pink warmth within. She was so wet and inviting I couldn’t help lapping softly from the little round pucker of her ass upward to the top of her opened, throbbing twat. She. As soon as I’m out of sight of prying eyes, he grabs my shoulder and spins me around, then presses me up against the brick wall with his body. His hands are already fumbling with the bottom of my hoodie, and in moments his cold flesh is tracing up my stomach to their goal.“Start talking,” I demand in a controlled tone as he grabs both my boobs and squeezes…hard. I don’t release the moan of pain that wants to escape. I know he’ll get the wrong idea.“Saw that little brown haired bitch last.