Sonya’s mother didn’t bat an eye when her brother Jerry and her sixteen-year-old daughter, just kind of disappeared at the same time. Becky was al...ays happy that her own family was reasonably well balanced, however secretly she was just a little envious of all the times Sonya hung a pair of panties on her doorknob. She knew down deep however, that someday she would get her turn. Sonya he had to get back to work, she was a little irritated, however when he explained that he didn’t do this for a. I had thought of how to pleasure a women first, from the porn I had seen. I started to "work-out" her clit. It must have set off a spark because I could tell she was holding back some loud moans. I moved my tongue lower to her labia. My fingers were starting to rub her clit. Her cunt opened more.After a minute she muffled "I'm going to cum, Paul." And boy did she cum! I swallowed some of it. Her legs dangled off the bed, an obvious sign of the immense orgasm she just had. My dick was still. “Are you telling me that you let that girl suck you off?”“Yup. Exactly what I’m saying. You got a problem with it?”“I can’t believe this. Yes, I have a problem with it. You said yourself that our vows specifically say we’re not to have any form of intimate contact with females yet you let your grand niece suck your dick! There’s no way you can justify that!”“Ha-ha. Well, I sure ain’t surprised to hear the cynical Father Dott say that.”“Cynical?!? Father Fontane, you said you never broke a. "What about that one?" she said and gestured to thestriped shirt. "That has a pattern."Eric looked down at the shirt. It was true that it did have a pattern.It was also true that he liked it. How in the world could he explain tohis mother, who assumed she knew all about what he liked and disliked,that this was an exception to the 'no pattern' rule? When it came tofashion, his mother lived in a world where everything was black andwhite. You either wore the same styles everyday or you looked.