What mattersis, you are in church now, seeking God's forgiveness, and that is all thatreally counts. So, I take it that you would like to confess your...sins?" "Yes, Father. I would... But, I'm not exactly sure how to go about itanymore. It's been so long, and there's been so many..." "That's perfectly all right, child. God doesn't need to hear numbers. Heisn't into tally sheets. All He cares about is that you are heartfelt sorryfor having offended Him, and that you do your best to sin no more.. Neither by himself or when all four of them were on the bed together. He'd been able to do it because he'd gotten caught up in the moment, gotten caught up in the enthusiasm of the women. But if he'd had a chance to really think about it first, he doubted he would have been able to keep an erection, must less make it to orgasm. There was certainly something to be said for not thinking during sex.Besides, the not thinking had led to other benefits. How could he forget the images of Jen's fingers. “Mark you can choose where you want to be, on the basis that you were entitled to be led the right way by your mother not the wrong way.”“Don’t be stupid Dad,” said Lara, who was sitting opposite him. “What would you have chosen when you were fifteen? Sex with me and Mum, or no sex? So he’ll choose us, or want to which you’ll be able to tell, and then you’ll be hurt and feeling more betrayed than ever when it’s just you making it that way.”“I might have bloody known you’d have something to. Bonnie closed the door and I could finally see that she was wearing her short silky robe/ It came down to about the middle of her thighs and it was open. I could see her nipples trying to pole holes in the delecate fabric. I could also see her freshly trimmed pussy. It was already wet. It glistened in the sun. Her pussy lips were open like a beautiful flower. She was flushed and breathing hard. Bonnie dropped to her knees and swiftly untied the string on my running shorts and with one.