Delirious with the thought of my sister loving me as much as I loved her, as well as, imagining our fuck fest.She brought down her hands and slid my s...orts off, while we were kissing.She took my cock in her hand. It was so warm in her palm. She rubbed it, using her nail to flick the head. It pained but was wonderful.I moaned into the kiss and bit her lower lip, to show her how it pained.She smiled and looking deep into my eyes, her hand guided raging member into her waiting hot wet hole.Nothing. Wrapping my hand around my thick shaft, I suddenly remember what Tiffany said about not masturbating. I remove my hand and finish my shower.As I finish dressing, I am in turmoil as to what to do. On the drive to school, I make up my mind that this ends today, though my throbbing, erect cock indicates otherwise.Arriving an hour early, I go to my classroom and prepare for the day. Once I have my lecture materials set up, I go to the lab at the back of the room. Gathering the lab equipment for the. "Sal brought to mind Marge Holland in 506. She was a dame in her mid-fifties who worked a thankless job doing books for the Port Authority downtown. She had told him all her bosses were a "bunch of pricks that couldn't get laid in a whorehouse". The still attractive brunette offered him a shot of Irish Mist after he had cleaned out her kitchen sink pipe line. While he was flat on his back, he could see up her short skirt and saw the flimsy red panties covering her bushy snatch. The little vixen. I...yes!” “Thought so. But listen, don’t you go wankin’ off tonight thinkin’ about it ‘cuz I plan to call Hayden and tell her you’ll be there at 10am. Trust me boy, you’re gonna need all the stamina you can get.”“But, no mother would put her son...I mean daughter...with a complete stranger.”“Of course they would, Simon. We’re priests, not perverts.”.Father Simon Dott hardly noticed the twenty-mile drive to Hayden’s rural home because his thoughts were so consumed with anticipation. His.