Before you start whacking tomorrow night, let me know.’ Phil went to bed in his room. He tried to sleep but kept thinking about his encounter with ...oan. He had to pinch himself to know he was not dreaming. Sleep would not come. He kept remembering the event that just happened. He remembered how surprised he was to see her bare butt waiting for him to step forward and enter his cock. He should have taken his time and eased it in and slowly went back and forth to make it last longer. He could. As her partner takes a breath, she rises and stands fully astride him. Her pussy hot and soaking wet. His mouth, lips, still glistening from her juices. She backs down his body to straddle him above his knees. She watches as his fully erect manhood throbs and jerks in the air each time his heart beats. Pre-cum again covering his head and flowing down the sides of his rod. Her hips wave seductively above his cock, as she reached down and slides a hand up and down the slickened length of his. The priest pictured her in there squirming, her panties wet with her sinful juices as she knelt on the bench and feigned penitence.No woman is ever penitent for their sexual sins.Father Augustine opened the door to the confessional and sank down on the hard, wooden bench. Joy knelt before him, squeezing in as he shut the door. His legs were spread wide, his knees touching both sides of the confessional as Joy lifted up his cassock, her hands soft as they reached his underwear. He opened the. A trim older man with short salt and pepper hair and a matching beard was welcomed. He shook hands with Sushil and hugged Nisha. The third champagne flute, which Nisha hadn’t noticed, was filled and a toast to new adventures was made.Tony addressed the lightly clad woman, “You are lovelier than your pictures. I am deeply honored that your husband has entrusted me with this role. I have never made love to a Desi woman so I am glad my first is so beautiful.”Of course, compliments make any woman.