So I'm having a wank in the confession box, and I hear some shuffling. A woman's talking, and she's saying "father forgive me for the sins, blah blah ...lah" don't care, move on, I'm trying to be a gentleman and jack it quietly but the cunt just keeps pacing around the fucking church. "Father forgive me for my sins. Father forgive me for my sins." It's fucking Alyssa Albrite. She's one of those innocent catholic types who are so pure you just know they have a secret. You know the type of a girl. We would have a bit of small talk, with me bending over slightly so he would be able to see the lace of my sexy red bra. I would notice him staring at my cleavage and smile at him when his eyes were back on my face. I would slip off a shoe and rub my foot up and down his calf. He would be able to feel the sexual tension in the air..."Samantha had continued on to write all about what she thought and the way she and "Bill" interacted when she got to the "office" that morning. Tom loved how sexy. ”“Ah fuck, now I remember this slut, she was fucking Byron in my office while we fucked you last weekend.” Malcolm said excitedly. Malcolm sat up in his chair and grabbed his phone and dialed a number, I assumed he was calling Byron.Malcolm started talking with the other person on the other end of his phone, “Hey fool, what the fuck you doing?” He paused for a minute as the man on the other end of the line responded. “Nah, me and the guys are over at Sammy’s place, chillin out.” Another brief. He blinks tiredly, sees, he is in no danger, and closes his eyes again, waiting for the moment when he is needed and they will pop open again. Then with each stroke i watch the eye open wider and then close.I watch as His head turns purple and the shaft bobs in eager anticipation of my warm lips. He sits up a bit now,to watch as his thick head slide into my wet lips, eager and warm. My morning gift to Him. Or His morning gift to me, i am not sure, and don't care. He burrows His cock into my.