.. It just makes me feel even sicker."That sounds good," I whisper, barely holding back a retch as dadchuckles happily.Just after noon, the two of us ...leave his house and get in his car to headinto the city centre. I briefly consider running, but I know it'd do nogood- he's stronger than me and faster than me, and where would I run to?We're in the middle of an estate in a huge city where every street looksthe same, and I don't have any idea where I'd run to... The only place Icould run to to. ” I said as I sat next to him. “How long has it been since your last confession?” Father Hernandez asked. “Eighteen hours.”“And what sins have you come to confess?”“I had impure thought about a boy at school.” I confessed, feeling the burden of sin lifted from my shoulders. “That’s it?” Father Hernandez asked. “I also jaywalked on the way to class today.”“Jesus Christ, Rachel.”“Do not say the lord’s name in vain, Father.”“I’ll make sure to say some Hail Mary’s, but we’re talking about you right. Chapter 3: The dream The air, humid and fresh, the floor in the castle disappeared under a cloak of mist. Morgane who always stayed with her heart of child, lays nude on the rug of her bedroom. She closes her eyes, the mist embrace her skin delicately, like a caress. Calling the elements, the mist starts to warm up and sway like a wave of breeze. Escaping in a daydream, she caresses her breasts, circling her nipples which erects. Morgane pulling on her nipples slowly, a breeze twirls around her. Then she moved her right hand down and rubbed herself through her panties and started squirming, rubbing and pinching harder as she got more excited. I started rubbing my cock, pushing it from side to side. I'd grab my balls and fondle them through my briefs and we watched each other very intently. I'd switch between watching her hands manipulate her boobs and pussy and then her eyes as she'd watched me. She did the same and when our eyes met both would go wide and I could feel the excitement.