I asked myself if the woman who lived within that statue would be scandalized at my illicit familiarity with the feel and taste of real, warm, respons...ive titties. Would she, too, offer a nipple for sucking?I was fully aware of the blasphemous nature of these thoughts. As Mass moved agonizingly along, we children prepared for communion by attending the rear confessional one by one. Dutifully, I ducked into the dark curtained booth and spoke into the cloth shrouded grating that separated me from. “Why?” “As a souvenir.” “You’re a pervert.” She grinned.We both laughed together. She, suddenly, turned and went over to her wardrobe, opened the doors and pulled out two magazines. She came back and handed the magazines to me. “I think they belong to you?” She asked me innocently.“Yes…” I took the magazines and casually tossed on one side. “How did you learn about my secret place?” “Because… you’re an idiot little brother.” She casually settled on my bed by my side. “Don’t you know who owned. A quick grab for his gun and he knew he would have her.BLAM!Looking down at the splash of blood and brains on the sidewalk Barbara noticed a tingle over her whole body and felt herself getting moist. She didn't know why killing a man gave her a sexual charge but it always did. Glancing at the bulge in his jeans she shook her head sadly. "What a waste," she thought.Gunshots are common in South Central LA but the roar of Barbara's .45 brought more than a few calls to 911 from frightened. There he was in a swimming suit in one picture. You could see his lump in the crouch of the suit. I pulled up my dress and put my fingers down my panties. I was so wet and turned on that a few rubs on my puffed out clit and I orgasmed again. This became my second favorite picture to finger myself to. The secret pictures of daddy and I had our faces all blocked out but they still made me so hot with the memories I got looking at them. The memories of the part I never told anybody. The times I.