You're not to see that woman again.For your penance, say five Hail Mary's and put $50 in the poor box.'The Irishman left the confessional, said his pr...yers, and then walked over to the poor box.He paused for a moment and then started to leave.The priest, who was watching, quickly ran over to him saying, 'I saw that. You didn't put any money in the poor box!'The Irishman replied, 'Yeah, but I rubbed the $50 on the box, and according to you, that's the same as putting it in!'Lemon SqueezeThere. She squirmed and bucked, searching for the angle that would lead me into her hot core. When I thought she'd worked enough I slid down and pressed all the way in with a single thrust. Her combination scream and groan was almost reward enough. Almost. I began to move.The motion was as old as man. Older, if you count monkeys. Hmmm. Mesozoic, if you count therapsids. Ok, right, you're not here for the paleontology. I fucked her, plain enough, with insistent strokes that kept her right at the brink,. When I got to mom's place, the front door was cracked open. I yelled for her, but no answer. I saw her clothes all strung all over the place. As I walked towards her room, I heard the shower running and a lot of moaning. I walked in to see my mom getting fucked by some big black man with a very large dick. I stepped out and told mom that I was sorry for walking in. Mom and the guy finished quickly. Mom came out dripping wet and just barely covered in a towel. The guy, well let's put it. " Wow, that's expensive!" Well you're buying our finest brand." I gave her a $20 deposit and shewrote down my name. I told her I would pay the rest on Friday. "Here'syour reciept, see you on Friday sweetie." I walked out of the store andheaded home. When I got home I put on Miss. Crawford's pantyhose andsurfed the internet looking for the 9 to 5 brand. After an hour of emptysearches I gave up looking.Over the next three days I wore Miss. Crawford's nylons every minutefrom the time I got home.