Then, it dawned on me that perhaps there were millions of lonely, frustrated, sexually repressed white housewives using confessionals all over the cou...try as their illicit source of sexual satisfaction. I thought maybe that was a secret hidden in plain sight; that priests everywhere were jerking off to confessions from people who were turned on by getting their clergyman all hot and bothered. If that damn booth hadn’t been so damn small, I would have taken every thread of clothing I had on. " Wow," I said, not really sure if I believed him or not.The next night I found the second guy, I walked into his house and found him watching the TV but this one had a young wife. As much as I wanted to kill him, he hadn't actually pull the trigger, but I wanted to hurt him make him suffer, so I made his wife strip off and I fucked her there on the floor right in front of him." No shit," I said, "bet that freaked him out." I had made it so he couldn't move or speak, all he could do was watch. ”Tracey led Daphne into the bedroom. Daphne was looking everywhere except for Harry and his still erect cock. Tracey sat down on the edge of the bed. “Look, I know that you don’t want to steal Harry away from me,” Tracey began.Daphne’s face went white. “I would never! You two are always so happy together.”“And,” Tracey continued, “you’re my best friend in the world. I want you to know something that Harry and I talked about a while ago. We’re open to having other people join us in bed.”Daphne’s. God, how I need coffee!"Mabel McAdam put her skinny hand on her daughter's arm. "Kylie, you made us proud yesterday. Cliff's mother called me last night to thank us. The poor woman was beside herself. Oh well, I was beside myself when I first heard the news. He's such a nice young man, and so helpful even after..." she faltered."Even after I tore out his heart and trampled on it," Kylie completed her mother's sentence. "I know he's special. I better dress or Dad will be late for work. What's.