Tentatively, his hands went lower onto my hips. I continued to rotate my midsection over his cock, encouraging him. He brought his hands up to the sid...s of my face and held me close. He continued to probe my mouth and lips a little bit too roughly but not unpleasantly. 'Rambunctious youth, ' I thought."Gently, honey." I whispered, and felt him ease up and then move his hands down my back again, memorizing every curve and every strap of my underwear as he fondled and explored with eager, nervous. Life was going like this without connecting to the actual people but became more quite and alone asWe work in night-shift the total interaction with neighbours became isolated and day-by-day it became so isolates neighbours start seeing me as a busy professional with lots of responsibilities. Life was so, one day as usual I went to piss in the afternoon with sleepy eyes and my cock in full size, when I was pissing.I notice down they were neighbours washing clothes that Aunty was wearing only. It has been seven days since my last confession…’ My hands were sweaty and I fumbled with my rosary, unable to keep still. I was nervous, but knew I had to tell Father Jarrod everything…after all, it was my duty as a good Catholic! As I launched into detail about my recent problems, I could hear Father Jarrod shifting several times on the bench on the other side of the confessional. I stopped as I caught myself going into vivid detail, knowing that the Father didn’t need to hear about my every. Wendy and I smiled at his inexperience. He took this as us making sport of him. He said nothing, but I could see the hurt look on his face. I reched out and cupped his cheek while Wendy dutifully handed me toilet paper. As I wiped myself, I said to him tenderly, "Don't worry baby, You'll learn everything there is to know about vaginas, I promise." I stood up, making way for Wendy. I knew it would have been more comfortable for her to hover. Instead, she made the effort of sitting down.