“You got spanked well then, Christy?” I smiled.“Oh, my God, yes,” Christy smiled.“They just spanked your cheeks, not your tits?” I asked.�...��They only spanked my ass but Kevin spanked my breasts when we got home.”Kevin left us after drinking his coffee and she told me all about her night. She told me that she did not strip naked; she only removed her skirt and sexy thong. It was the first time that the poker guys had seen her pubic hairs and they all said how they had missed her.She told me that. Almost unintentionally my hand reached for hers and I pulled it towards me as I bent down to get closer. Her fingers were very definitely wet and the scent was more powerful and even more compelling as I held her hand -- and then, in a moment of pure madness I bent closer still and pushed her fingers into my mouth. The flavour of her pussy was strong now in my mouth and I twisted my tongue around her fingers to gather every molecule of scent."Ohhh Chris, stop it!" hissed Deb, but instead of her. Juliana stirred and moved her hips closer to him, as he replaced his fingers with his erect cock. He moved his cockhead between her labia back to front and back again, stimulating her and lubricating himself. She was awake now, as he heard a whispered “yes”. He slipped into her and held her close, fondling her breasts with one hand and playing with her clitoris with the other. They moved in tandem, a slow, rocking motion that increased his penetration with each stroke. He felt engulfed by her. Then it hit her. It was Wednesday. The church takes confessions on Wednesdays. Lizzie arrived at the church a full half hour before the listed hours of confession. Having spent the entire train ride going over the plan in her head, she knew exactly what to do. She walked into the main cathedral, head bowed in reverence, and lit a candle at the alter. There was another woman there, but she took little notice of Lizzie.Lizzie carefully made her way to a pew near the confessional booth, and waited.