Carol Klimaszewski is one of the few exceptions to the rule about only old women and little kids coming to confession. She's in her early 30s, I'd gue...s -- at least I'm sure she's not an old lady. She makes a point of getting into my line for Communion every Sunday, and the clothes she wears make it clear she's still young and firm. I've heard some of the other women complaining about the short skirts and high heels she wears, but Carol doesn't seem to care. And when I look down at her to give. I dared her to flirt with him, she said no, that she was a little scared he mite try something she didn't like. I told her not to worry as I was here to break it up and tell him to go away whenever she wanted. She said ok and finished her drink, she said I will flirt with him at the bar, I said ok. So I watched her go to the bar and he started talking to her. He put his arm around her as he was talking to her, she must of said what drink she wanted and bought her it, they were talking at the. Once or twice a week, they both went out and this is an example of what might have happened. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Meeting the boys at the pub?”, asked Helen nonchalantly.“Yes…I think it’s Harry’s birthday or something”, answered Richard, “I won’t be too late”.“I’ll be helping Minnie with her coverlet”, said Helen without being asked ”she’s having a difficult time of it. I should be back before you but you won’t wake. She started to rub her tits. I knelt in front of her, on the floor. I started to rub my thumb just below the fuzzy patch, where I saw her rubbing. She moved my hand lower. It was warm and wet. This is my clit, start there, she told me. As I made circles with my thumb, Amber started to moan and play with her tits more. I started to rub faster on her clit as she moaned more. Rubbing her clit with one hand and jacking my shaft with the other, I leaned my face into her pussy and beggar to lick it..