I hate to see her suffer.Terrill chuckled and said, "I don't know man. Maybe we should let her rest up. She really worked that thing today. That is so...e prime pussy. You don't want to wear it out the first day."Nathan thought about it and finally he said, "Yeah, I guess you're right. It isn't really going to waste I guess."He turned back to me and said, "Okay bitch, that's enough rest for now. Go get us another beer and then you can clean up the kitchen."It had been a long hard day but I would. "First, you need to know, I'm not Catholic, I'm Southern Baptist." My condolences."The young woman looked warily at the priest, not sure whether he was joking or not. "Anyway, you may know my father, Rev. Daniel Matzke of the First Southern Baptist." Oh yes, I was on discussion panel with him last year. A good man." My father says the same about you. That is one reason I am talking to you, right now."The other reason is Catholic priests have a vow of silence, when it comes to confessions."The. “Are you sure you have no living grandparents or aunts and uncles?”“I am practically positive, Jan,” she giggled. “Could I live here with Michael and the ladies?”“I think that ... might be OK,” she said.“Hey Annabelle, would you like to go to school after all?” I asked.“No,” she said more defiantly than I had expected her to. “Everybody is going to stop me and tell me ‘I know how you feel.’ That is just a bunch of horseshit, if you ask me.”“Sorry,” she quickly added.I heard feet and bodies in. You tell him once more "don't go anywhere" and leave the room. Him throbbing so hard and cock drenched in your cum.You see me standing at your sofa and I beckon you over. You go to speak and I put my lip to your finger and gently shush you.I push you onto the sofa and you part your legs without any command as you're trying to tell me that's where you need me. I thrust into you and fuck that pussy hard and fast, that aggressive slaps almost loud enough for you to be caught, my hand firmly over.