It was one of those "I really liked last night" mornings.Hubby continued to enjoy my soft cuddly pajamas, a reminder of his first taste of my "inner c...ild" the previous night.We resumed kissing and touching for a while - mostly with me on my back and him running his hands all over me. Eventually, we were awake enough that we wanted to do more.I wanted him to use the hairbrush on me. It had been a week or more since I had begun the whole process of finding it, ordering it and giving it to him.. I drank deep and felt the coolness spreading and refreshing me. Smart girl, that Liv! She then gave me some more orders.“Just stand here,by the side of the bed,“ was the first as the two women sat upon its edge, one either side of me. I looked down as each put a hand on one of my butt cheeks and pulled me to them. “Now relax,” was the second. Smiling they began to lightly kiss and lick at my cock. I thought I had been hard before but now that I knew Stella was soon to be filled with it my prick. That was true, it has never snowed here, since I've been alive. It's weird, I thought about it, and happened. Was that not a dream? Shit is getting fucking weird! We played in the snow (even though we had no snow gear to use, we still had fun) as well as doing other fun things throughout the day, we finished the great day with dinner at a fancy, but crowded restaurant. This night was going to get even better. I stood and tapped my spoon against my wine glass; everything got quiet and people. .. and get help." The pretty girl looked like she was on the verge of tears."Well Daphne, I may be able to help you... only not here... not in the confessional. If you come back later... say about five PM we can have a meeting in the little private room off my office. I'll explain to you what's going on in your head and show you how you can stop thinking all the time about sex. Take your time dear... you can decide later and if you want to come, I'll be here." Thank you Reverend Gillis. I feel.