Her private confessor, the shy and withdrawn Father Reilly, found her insistence on self- punishment a bit “over the top” in secular terms, but he...allowed her to show him her bruises and marks of penitence even when they were in an embarrassingly private spot usually not displayed for male observation. Her flushed face and rapid breathing concerned him at such times, but he put it down to mortification at her sinful deeds. His flesh was just as weak as some of the younger nuns and his need for. ," he crooned "We need it, Brian. We need it." After a prolonged pause he continued. "Maybe your mama doesn't suck, but I'll bet you do. Bet you're good at it. Bet your mouth would feel good as pussy right about now. Maybe better. Hell yeah, maybe better." Like falling bricks, it struck Brian. Better! A better fuck than his own mother! A better whore. A better "girlfriend". Maybe Sig would want to face fuck him more than he wanted to fuck her pussy. Damn! How hot would that be? Spikes of lust. I walked over to the drawers she was looking at and was pleasantly aroused to learn that Erica wore size 36DD bras, and apparently XS panties. As I was imagining her in only her bra and panties, I was stuck with the urge to take the next step in my stalking adventure. Completely on impulse, I looked through the store until I found the sexiest, sheerest, laciest purple bra and matching sheer lace thong. I quickly purchased them and headed home, the whole time dreaming of what Erica would look. She offered me a cup of tea and i said yes then she went to kitchen just shaking her big ass my cock just got bigger and i run to the toilet. She just had bath few hour ago so her clothes are in the toilet. I pick her panty and smell it, it smell exactly like her favorite perfume strawberry i can’t hold so i keep smelling it and at the place of her pussy it has very addictive smell and after smelling it i can’t control myself and masturbate there. I came out then i heard her saying” sit down.