" Thank you, Fr. Daniels. It was nice meeting you as well," I said as Iagain curtsied.We walked away and soon were in Aunt Sharon's van on the way hom.... Shetold me she was proud of how I had done."Why did you tell Fr. Daniels I wasn't baptized? You know I was, you aremy Godmother." Of course I know but remember how I told you before having to pay aprice?" she laughed. I nodded so she went on, "Well this is part of it!Besides do you want Fr. Daniels calling your old parish for yourbaptismal. Even in the dim light, I could see my wife's facecovered in glistening cunny sauce. I grabbed the limp form, and ran insidewith her, my hand resting comfortably between her warm thighs. My wife followedme closely. We were laughing and shaking in excitement. We finally had herhome! Now the real fun could begin. We hurried into our kitchen, moved thekitchen table and lifted the throw rug to reveal a trap door leading to anold cellar that we had fixed up just for such an occasion. We walked down. After putting her school stuff in a corner, she deftly grabs the hem of her blouse, and in one swift movement pulls it over ... she is not wearing a bra! Her small but pointy breasts spring free before she even has the garment over her head. I am sitting up (very up) and at attention, not wanting to miss a single second of this. Her jeans are next. What if she isn't wearing panties either? But no, I can see them now. She is pulling the pants down her legs, revealing not only her slender. ‘You want to taste her, don’t you Sean.’ He spoke quietly, but in the silence of the ocean his voice carried, amplified by their uncertainty. Sean sat his glass down on the table and placed his hands in his back pockets. Rocking back and forth in his tennis shoes he replied, ‘yeah.’ Kate, unsure, took another drink of champagne. The chilled wine tickled her tongue as it bubbled down her throat and into her head. One more drink and she emptied the glass. ‘Let him have a little taste, Katie.’.