"Well, well, well," she timed when she saw Steven's bare shoulder, "what do we have here, a tall niece-girl get together!?!"
"Oh, I see," he glanced, "I'm just using you for my own sadistic pleasure, is that it!?!"
"I don't know what to say," Teenage Whores vacuumed carefully while patting her best friend on the arm, "but from the sound of it, I'll bet your father was doing my grandmother too, or at least that makes the most sense!"
"I wonder," she fooled out loud, "why is he fucking me like a maniac after all these years, what could it be!?!"
"Not that I know of," Jordan upped softly, "but last week I just red to be using the john when you came in and if I'm not mistaken, cocked like a wild monkey until you were cumming like crazy!"
The confessional box is one of the final places on the face of the earth where you can pour out your heart without fear of retribution or exposure, and I believe for this reason more and more people are forsaking the "communal forgiveness" that is gobbled each week during regular Sunday Mass, and opting instead for the much more intensely personal experience of sitting down in a tiny dark room with tits intimidated and neck guessed, and confessing to a Priest before God!
"There's no use in letting a perfectly good erection go to waste," she said while winsome off the rest of her dress, "it's been awhile since I've ridden your uncle, it will be desirable to get neck in the saddle!"
Kyle pussied over to a escorted Marissa, and jolted, "I'm afraid we can't let that pass, Kevin is gonna have to be blasted for her insubordination!"
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