I can’t help it! I don’t know what to do about it, either! All I seem to think about is sex, sex, sex! We started out the confession like always�...�’Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been seven days since my last confession…’ My hands were sweaty and I fumbled with my rosary, unable to keep still. I was nervous, but knew I had to tell Father Jarrod everything…after all, it was my duty as a good Catholic! As I launched into detail about my recent problems, I could hear Father Jarrod. Jake asked the youngsters, "How about McDonalds for lunch today, guys?"Sam immediately answered, "Yea, happy meal for me, please."Frankie wanted to know, "Can we play in the playground?"Jake nodded, "Sure."Sarita came down in a tight pair of shorts and an even tighter tube top. Lesa was right. She was getting hips, a distinct waist, and little pancake lumps with eraser accents on her chest.Jake cocked his head, "It's a bit cool out for that outfit, isn't it?"Sarita looked pained, "I have a. Scared for us, and scared for what I was sure the boys were going through down in the basement of that old house. We drove for what seemed like hours before we found the old dirt road that lead onto the property. Weeds and flowers gone to seed strangled the driveway. You could see the beauty that the property once had been, when the mayor and his new bride occupied the house. There were beautiful flowering dogwoods that lined the drive. And rosebushes surrounding the circular drive in front of. We relaxed back on to the bed together, for the moment replete. I found myself relaxed and happy beyond my expectations. I looked at Frank’s cock, the first adult male cock I had ever seen. Of course as boys at school we got them out and compared lengths, girth, colour, shape and excitability is a boyish way, just as we competed to piss highest and furthest. These boyish investigations revealed that mine was neither the biggest nor the smallest, but a good average in size and thickness,.