"Oh, Father ... I have sinned ... I have sinned with June," she confessed as she knelt in the small cubicle."And how have you sinned, my child?" the p...riest asked in a deep voice, looking more closely at the short, buxom teenager who knelt before him. He was not supposed to be looking at her but, for years, he had always made sure there was a suitable opening in the divider so he could see the person confessing to him."We sleep together, Father ... That is? Like? Not sleep, but?" You mean that. I turn the car into the driveway and stop outside the house. You remain quiet as I open the door and show you in. As I close the door I push the latch down on the lock and walk forward and turn left into the gym. You follow me a few paces behind, feeling a little nervous, as you had seen pictures of the gym before and knew what I had in mind.You enter the gym and see me standing in the middle of the room. You look around as you enter and see it is the same as in the photos I had sent you. . "C?" You can say it." No I can't, Mom."She sat further forward and looked me straight in the eye."The word is cunt, dear," she said matter of factly, "At the end of the day, it's still just a word. Now, what should we call those of things we need to talk about?"Talk? I could barely get out a squeak. I was completely gobsmacked and practically speechless as Mom led me by the hand through the minefield of sex slang. By the time we were finished, she told me I should go to bed and get some rest as. Then, she put on the special made panties, stood in front of the mirror and lifted the front helm of her nightgown up to her belly, admiring the panties with the beautiful shiny glittered words “Jeff’s Princess”.Suddenly, her room door closed and that startled Abby. She quickly put her nightgown down and turned around. Her dad was standing at the door with a big erection in his white underwear. Abby looked at his pointy, solid, erected tent in his underwear and she knew that her dad wanted to.