Peter was pretty sure that the show was going to require some creative editing. Helen and Peter had amassed a hell of a lot of information that Saturd...y evening. They had also washed, dried, and folded a lot of clothes. By 6pm they had a line of inquiry and a place to start. ‘I’m here for my update,’ Trish said as she entered the rear door of Helen small house. ‘Well the DOJ did a dump on Helen. She has been organizing it since I downloaded it,’ Peter said. ‘She was able to find a money trail.’. She digested that for a second and then asked if I thought I was a girl. I told her no, then she asked me if I liked boys, and I said hell no. She then wanted to know why, with a pick from everything there, I chose those panties out of the laundry. I told her I loved the fabric, I liked the big back panel, because there was plenty of room to rub myself. But mostly because they smelled like her. That took her a second.We kind of ended in small talk and wandered our separate ways in the house. I'll be so bad for you. Please make me cum." Then the doorbell rang. Jim pulled his hand away and started to get up. "Oh god, no. Jim, please finish me off. Ignore them. They'll go away. Please." I was literally crying. I have never felt the need for a release as much as I did at that moment. I needed to cum. I was so close. Jim ignored my pleas. I could hear him walking to the front door. "Get rid of them quickly," I instructed. I lay there panting and squeezing my thighs together to apply. Margo uses the tip of her tongue to spread the salty seed around the bulbous head. She parts her lips, taking the head barely in her mouth and swirls her tongue all around the head while at the same time sucking it.“Mmmm, that feels good.” Father Anthony moans out.Margo continues her menstrations as she fondles Father’s heavy ball sac. The priest pushes his hips forward in hopes of shoving his phallus down Margo’s throat. Margo has something else in mind and sits back on her heels, the bulbous.