By the way, at this time of confession, I was the one who was sinning. I was feeling my cock becoming hard by the narrative and by the thought and des...re that I felt for this parishioner. That's why I encouraged her to continue the narrative. - What else is there?- Well, here's what worries me and perhaps the greatest sin…- Please continue.- In the subject of sex, perhaps the priest does not have the experience of feeling the carnal desire…- It is not so much, because I am also a human being,. .... I didn't give him much response, even though I cannot completely ignore him. The reason being, though my sex life is good, but as far as my view point is concern, I am not fully happy as my husband takes sex as a routine process. As my husband is in to the business of garment export, he frequently travels in and around India & abroad also. Because of that, the frequency of we both involving in sex had got reduced in those days. He is very rigid in his thinking and he is also very shy kind. The TV was all the light I needed to see into her shorts. I found that my mouth was watering as I stared at her perfect little pussy with the thin dark strip of hair. I felt myself getting wet. As my teeth grasped my lower lip, I felt like I couldn’t control it any longer and I ran my hand across my body, pausing at my perky nipples for a gentle squeeze, before my hand cascaded across my abs, and into my tight cotton panties.With two fingers, I pulled my soft panties to the side exposing my. The tips were crowned by dark brown circles and I could see her nipples jutting out proudly. I could see her striptease was making her excited. ‘Please continue, babe,’ I said and Carmen unzipped her skirt and tugged lightly at it and soon it was slowly sliding down her beautiful thighs. I could now see, that my married lover was wearing one of the thongs we had bought on our shopping trip. It was laced and almost transparent. She pulled them down and stepped out of them looking really sexy..