In truth, I had to wonder what could I have to confess; there is so little opportunity for sin. I entered the confessional, crossed myself and began t... speak. Before I had even finished asking the father to bless me, and stated how long it had been since my last confession, the priest whispered to me through the grille. “What is it that you have to confess to me? Have you had licentious thoughts?” I was taken aback, and stammered that I had not, but he only murmured that he doubted the truth of. ”I respond, “I do not.”“Well…why not?” she asked.“Because I don’t take pride in exposing my ball sack to whoever’s in front of me when I sit down,” I said.She burst out laughing, “That big, huh?”I grinned, “Yes ma’am - sex god problems.”Brianna laughed again, as we entered the theater. There were a few other people in the seats. We found our spot on the middle of the far left column, above the entrance and next to the wall. Soon enough the movie began. We were both very quiet, because I faded. It seems almost too much for you to bear. With one hand pressed against the bough of the tree to maintain your balance, you bring the other down to the back of my head and wrap your fingers in my hair. Close your eyes and tilt your head back — all you want to feel is my tongue and mouth, sucking, and dancing and twirling about. It wants desperately to know you, and you want oh so much to return the favor. You push the back of my head gently into your crotch and begin to rock in time with my. But I'm not a secret babe." Well, your ass seems to have a fan club."I blushed. This was my only vanity. My butt seemed to be maturing faster than the rest of me and, although not large, it stuck out pretty good. I had several pairs of slacks that were kind of snug there and I enjoyed catching boys checking me out. It's not a world-class butt, but it is the first part of me that I ever noticed boys looking at.I tried to figure out why she said that. It was consistent with having checked me out.