---Two Days Later---It had been two days since out kiss in the cave. I would always walk past Catherine’s room and wanted to kiss her again but I kn...w it was a bad idea. Every night I would always hope she would come sleep with me but it never happened. A few times I wanted to wake her up and take her to bed with me. I stopped myself though. Did I want it to happen again?---A Week Later---I wanted it to happen again. I was craving that connection with my daughter. I spent many nights lying. As Prissy started pulling down on his underwear with her teeth, Pansywent around to his ass and started pulling them down from the back.As his erection sprang free before them, the two sissies froze staring atit.It was at this moment that Pansy Pumpscock learned something new abouther. She hadn't noticed it with the first cock she had ever worshipped,being too excited to think. This time she could feel her brain catalogingevery detail of this man's cock. Her mind created a map of each veinalong. There were interesting talks, discussion groups, and social events but none of the guys she was fucking wanted anything to do with religion. That left the door open for Trent, a ministerial school intern who was five years younger than her. They got into some great discussions on Sunday and he said he’d like to follow up on them with dinner. The first time that happened, she wondered if she should repay him with her pussy like her other guys. She was really warming up to him and when that. It made me laugh so I did a little dance, making sure that my skirt lifted uo just a bit to show off my ass cheeks."You my type of girl, Kit." Jerome said. "How about a little roleplay?"So after a few things which I won't bore you with, we had our scene set; I was not allowed to move. I was to stay on my hands and knees at all times.Chris was going to watch. Jerome was going to "teach" me to be a good whore, as that's what I was; a whore.After a little warm up, things got pretty intense."Moan.