The first time I fucked her, standing at the sink, she'd been wearing this long robe that just got in the way. The second night I stayed over, she'd p...cked this sexy number up and didn't bother with the panties. Of course, the last two times I fucked Tara, her husband had already left for work. But it was Saturday.Her ass looked damn fine beneath that robe. I glanced at her husband; fat chance he'd leave anytime soon. I needed to get a piece of her sweet pie. Well, her husband was absorbed by. When the acolytes removed them from me, I found myself horribly self-conscious about my body. I felt every little flaw magnified because there were other people there to see them.Sister Anya walked around me slowly, with an appraising look on her face and I withered beneath her stare. I tried to cover myself with my hands but she shook her head slightly and said; "There's no need for that anymore Alison. You must set innocence aside."She stopped in front of me again and smiled and said, "Your. . just about everywhere, it seemed.Only my mouth was spared, and then only for a few seconds. I felt hisweapon press insistently against my lips, which like my eyes had clampedshut of their own volition. His voice seemed to come from a long wayoff. "Clean it."There was no thought of resistance. My lips parted as I accepted theenormous head back into my compliant mouth, sucking and licking to freethe last drops of cum. For some reason I did not swallow the residue,but collected it on my tongue,. At least after I figured out what fucking was. I wanted my mom. I wanted my little dickie in you." Well, I sure love having your nice, big dickie in me," and I looked over and saw my husband, Brad's father, standing there in the doorway."Brad, Brad, we have company, Dad's here," and my son turned and saw his father watching us."You two look like you're having fun. Don't let me stop you," he said as he came in the room.Oddly, Brad kept fucking me. I thought he would jump up and run out of the.