The young priest was turning from one girl to the other knowing that this three way confession was too tempting to be foresworn. Each girl outdid the ...ther in describing their many sins and weaknesses of the flesh when it came to avoiding the dangers of accepting cocks inside their person like visitors in the midnight hours when good girls were fast asleep.He felt obliged to “chase the devil” in their juicy twats and their tight little sphincters until they both were fully contrite and obedient. ....''i didnt want to talk i dress and went awayto see friends ,the sissy panty still on me under my boxeri spend the night in it and the feeling never left me, the smooth lingery made to rub on me so good i felt better than expected staying all day in pantythe next day i woke up with her still in my bed''waky wake up''''...hi''''had a good nigt? dreamed of cocks ?''''no.....''i look down, i was in new sissy pantyi look at them so smooth and cute''you like them , you are cute , get up and make. "He got up, grinned and went out the door. I grabbed my 16 and went out the trapdoor of the hooch, and headed into the sparse jungle behind the hooch. Chung had shown me this way in and out just for emergencies and today I was planning on using it. I knew the path between the mines like the back of my hand, and made good time getting off the base. I took the jungle trail and within fifteen minutes I heard the warning whistle of one of the yards from the village who monitored the trail I was. Sarah was a writer, she wrote quite a few types of books, but none of them were huge sellers. The books brought in enough to live comfortably. Children’s books, historical fiction, magazine articles, she edited cookery books, and a couple of gardening books. Mike’s favourite was a gardening book with a front cover photograph of Sarah in her garden, she was wearing a thin white skirt, a t shirt and a loose light weight top, like a very thin jacket or a shirt but no buttons, along with a wide.