‘No, it isn’t. I’ve been in all of the overlooking houses at one time or another, and no one can see into that back yard.’ ‘It’s a sunny d...ay. I think I’d like to go sunbathing.’ ‘Please be careful. Your father’s windows and the windows to my study overlook the yard.’ ‘Really?’ she beamed. Bishop Delacroix returned at that moment and stretched. ‘An excellent morning, Father Alfred. All’s well with the world, and since I’m not preaching tomorrow, I think I’ll spent the afternoon sleeping in my. "Eat your daughter's pussy and fulfill your sick incestuous desires," she proposed, placing her hands on her it. "Wow, it is wetter than a monsoon, so you better get it now," she warned me, rubbing her lips. "Whether it is for the best or worst reason, your heart wants it."I seemed to be frozen as I just viewed her in the sexist position I could possibly imagine. I slathered my lips numerous times over a moment, but then I peeked back at her face."Don't tease me, Mom," she ordered me before. I've never had unlimited access to your tongue before. But enough of me. We're here to see to your pleasure." With that, she crawled backwards on her knees. As she brushed my cock with the damp crotch of her soft leotard, I saw lightening bolts of pleasure. She continued backwards till her face hovered above my cock like a vulture. She took a nice long lick, and cupped my balls. It throbbed as if it had a mind of it's own. "Ooowww." she purred. "It looks so big and purple. And angry. Look at it. When he did so she finally let go of her full bladder thatshe had been holding for this moment, and urinated over his faceallowing some of it to go into his mouth although careful to make themajority go onto his chin and neck, as she didn't want him gagging toomuch. He moaned quietly in objection as she started but it didn't feellike genuine resistance, and she hissed at him "swallow it you slut."She could see from his throat as she looked down that he was trying todo so whilst keeping his.