As I have told before, I will be continuing with the thrilling and horny Naughty Stories Season 1 as soon as I complete the story which happened with ... reader who read my story.For the true reading experience, it is advised that you go through the previous parts to enjoy the fullest.Okay, now I am going to give a brief of what happened in last two parts. I am writing this story at the irresistible request of my reader, and as I’m typing this, I am lying in her bedroom with my head resting on. He couldn't help himself, he just had to go through with it.He still had no idea that he was being played.She looked so god damned sexy in her little black dress as she propped herself up on one arm, sitting on the double bed in the seedy motel room. He rationalized that he would just have a little more fun at her expense with these blue collar men and then neither of them would ever see them again.Joe turned on the radio to a country music station as he told his friends they were lucky to be. It’s not really audible from this distance, but the megaphone still picks some of it up. ‘…would someone go kill that little shit?’ Oh, thank God. That’s right boys, come for me one on one. I gun the engine and rip through the parking lot, into the front doors and deep into the school, parking it in a stairwell at the rear of the building for quick access later. I dash to the basement and hit the breakers. Most of these fuckers only have one eye, anyway. If they want me, they’ll have to come. Seated behind a desk was a short dark priest wearing the purple which signified that he was a Monsignor. He had a sour expression on his face as he looked Father Reilly up and down, and evidently was not much impressed by what he saw."You will be Reilly, the child molester?" he asked."Not a child, Monsignor, not a child. She was ... is eighteen," stammered Father Reilly."But you sinned with her in your heart long ago; you 'looked upon her' as Our Lord expressed it," it was a statement, not a.