“But that bacon is calling me.”“We can’t go to breakfast smelling like this. Let’s take a quick shower.” She slid off the bed to stretch. ...��What time is your mom coming?”“Nine.” I slid my legs off the edge of the bed and pushed myself up. I glanced at the bedside alarm clock that read 7:45. “We’ve got plenty of time.”Her room had a small, private bathroom with a shower. We barely fit in together but I didn’t mind the squeeze. After we dried off, I put on panties, shorts, and a loose t-shirt so I. “My study? Why?”“To talk. Man to man, as brother clergy. Let Matushka and Tasha care for Sasha. She’s in no state to listen to you.”“And what do you wish to say to me, Subdeacon?”“Privately, please.”He nodded grudgingly and I followed him out of the sitting room to his study. I shut the door and he pointed to a leather chair and I sat. I decided it was best if I simply started the conversation.“Father Deacon, do you love your daughter?”“Of course! What does that have to do with anything?”Quite. I had never cum so much before.I felt a bit awkward and got back in my bed but I couldn't stop thinking about what I had heard. I had a few wanks thinking about it, I even imagined her coming into my room and catching me wanking for the second time that night. The next day I couldn't look my mom in the eye but did notice what a great body she had, I had never thought about her sexually before but I couldn't help but take a sneeky look at her gorgeous breasts and her shapely hips. She bent over. I mean, feeling you blowing on myJones is a good start, but now how about some touching from thosepretty hands? Let me feel if they're as soft as they look. And showme what those colorful lips can do."Though hit made him quiver with shame, Robin gingerly fingeredDeshawn's member, which resumed growing. Soon it was standing up.There were at least nine thick inches. The coercing man was lookingon expectantly. In slow motion, the kneeling figure puckered hislips. He knew that, with the.