.. just ... too ... much!” Abigail spasmed again as the whore came again.The priest’s hand tightened on Damien’s throat as the pleasure exploded...out of Augustine’s cock. Hot cum flooded Abigail’s unholy womb. The priest groaned through clenched teeth. Rapture consumed him.You’ve crushed him, chortled the feminine voice.“Hallelujah!”Abigail’s flaming hair tossed. “Yes, flood me with your cum!” ... yes ... flood me ... with your ... cum... The words penetrated Aurora’s prison. The corrupted. As soon as I started masturbating, she was the one I mostly thought of. Even that simple conversation meant so much to me. I was so happy that day.It was a normal Saturday and I just spent the whole day in my room. Later in the evening, Priyanka left for a party with her friends. Dad took mom for a night out. Maybe because he wanted some fun after so much work in the last few weeks.I was alone at home and after having dinner. I checked if Nisha was online. I was feeling very awkward and. Tears would well up in their eyes as they recounted these tales and it was as if, for a brief time, their souls had been transported back to the villages and groves of that ancient land.Afterwards they would all join together in a shared meal. The cuisine, naturally Lebanese.At these evenings, men and women sat together, although for the religious part they sat at opposite ends of the room. They didn't forget they were in a western country with children educated in western customs and beliefs.. I was now bare from the waist up. The only way to do the rest was to release the seatbelt. I undid my belt, snap, and zipper on my jeans. Then I remembered my shoes. I reached down to untie my running shoes and removed the socks. His hand reached over and cupped my breast as it hung just above my thigh. I gasped but instantly wanted his touch, that was what all this was really about, excitement and enjoying it. I leaned back into the seat and raised my hips, pushing my jeans and panties over my.