She moaned deeply, begging me to fuck her harder. Unsure quite what to do I settled on thrusting my hips up to meet her body as it slapped down on my ...big belly. This seemed to work and she began to ride me harder and faster, grunting and gasping as her huge body shook and shuddered.Curious, I slid a hand between us, feeling for her wet public hair and the nub of her now exposed clit. One clumsy touch and she began to shake and squeal, throwing her sweat drenched hair back and tightening her. You can wait in the supply closet and catch us in the act. Father Lester knew all about the supply closet. He had hidden there the day he had spied on the private confessions and penance of two women, Carla Ebber and Rose Dunn. " Lester pleadingly looked at the old priest, "Just let me shoot in her mouth before you 'catch us.' Then you can have your way with her. Make her give a private confession, spank her or whatever you want to do to her."It was a plan Father Leary could live with. He hoped. It was at that moment that I felt that I could trust the Chief fully with my well being and ultimate safety. He flicked the whip in the air a few times to get the feel of it and as I listened to the sound it made I could not help but notice that my pussy was beginning to lubricate the bar between my legs. I was daydreaming and thinking of the pressure on my clit when the first stroke struck my back, then 2,3,4 quickly he whipped my back from left to right as he stood directly behind me. The. Everyone does, Elly, I reasoned. I dont, she folded her arms, staying true. I knew for a fact she was lying, though. Me and mom rotate doing the washing around the house, and theres not a time goes by that at least one of Ellys undies is wet or stained with cum and pungent of it. And you shouldnt be doing that to moms stuff. Thats like incest. Intrigue struck me. Incest. She knew that word. Elly was only ten years old and she could use it logically like that. Something was awry. Where did you.