Mezyana's religious passion still continues, of course. She's opted to serve her sentence as a novice in a Convent rather than in a jail, you know. Sh...'d never contemplate serving it in a Brothel, however harsh life might be in a prison. Religion and Ethics were the only big differences between Mezyana and me. But as children these didn't matter at all. I'd never had a religious upbringing, and Sunday mornings and sometimes Sunday evenings were just times I couldn't come out to play with my. I saw dad's hands open my drunker mother's asscheeks wide as he rolled toward her about to sink his cock in her when he noticed me standing frightened next to him. He sighed and held his blanket up motioning for me to climb in with him. I could not help but to look at my mom's hairy pussy and wide ass in the dim light. I nestled down alongside him throwing my arm around him and inadvertently captured his cock under it. As I laid my face against his chest, I felt and saw his cock begin to. ”That cold fucking prick needs to know that his loving husband wants his ex, doesn’t he? Don’t you think he deserves to know you have been unfaithful to him?” I said, pretending to be angry.”You’ve cum in me twice, told me you love being in bed with me, love fucking me, kissing me, how you can’t stop thinking of me, you said I have bewitched you, he needs to know” I shouted.He looked heartbroken and my clit throbbed with the power of the moment.”Sasha, please?” He begged.”Get on your fucking. This time when my hand slipped down, I pushed her trousers and panties down to her ankles so that she was free to spread her legs anytime she wanted…And here we go… she slowly lift her knees and spreads her thighs out and my palm strokes her soft pussy, her groins and her whole pelvis area. (I love touch her clit with my palm only at first: then I increase the pressure and make very small and slow circles. Her pelvic flinches under my hand make me really horny…mmm).Meanwhile she lifted her.