” her hand was softly working on my swollen cock. “You know what I did with those panties? I put them on Daddy. I put them on and the thought of h...ving your cum against my little pussy made me so fucking wet. I couldn’t help myself Daddy, I came in them to.” she had moved back away from me and I instantly missed the feel of her skillful hand on my raging cock. “Is that what made you cum Daddy? Did you think about fucking me and cum?” she started to teasingly unbutton the shirt she was. Zack let her suffer for a few minutes, teasing her with his lips, and then he sucked her clit hard into his mouth and licked it with the tip of his tongue, she grabbed his head in her hands and cried out her orgasm. Zack felt her thighs shudder against his face. He let her ride the wave for a few minutes, and then he thrust his tongue inside her again and again. Her pussy tasted as sweet as Jill’s. He stood and leaned between her legs and she grabbed his cock, but he gently pushed her hand. Dutifully, I recited the same repertoire of sins I usually confessed and for which I was truly sorry: for saying bad things about my fat Aunt Mary, whom I really didn't like, even after I confessed not liking her; for talking back to my mother or disobeying and upsetting her; for not making the bed on Saturday; for taking God's name in vain when I got angry at a kid on the playground and wished that Jesus would tear the little bastard's tongue out and send him to hell to be devoured by slimy. As his other hand slid over the dark bush at the woman's thighs, and into her clearly eager hole, I was pulled against a hard, aroused body and another hand slipped under my skirt, under my soaked panties where a large, firm finger slipped straight into my eagerly awaiting hole with the heel of the hand pressing hard down on my clit. I should have been scared or at least shocked at being molested by what I presumed was a complete stranger. But I wasn’t. I didn’t even care who he was. I didn’t.