My father is a Catholic priest, and as such I had always pondered my conception. I had simply assumed that I was the result of a previous relationship...of my mother, or that I was conceived before my father officially became a clergyman. However, with my curiosity now satisfied, I wasn't particularly sure I liked the truth I was presented with, or that, despite my reassurances, I still respected them as parents. My mother is the head of nursing at a local Christian hospital, and as a result was. ”He said, “No, do you miss me now?”I said, “Do I have to say it? Yes.”He said, “Well then say it to me like you mean it.”I was really rubbing my clitoris now and feeling the damp as it was seeping through my panties and into my pants. My fingers were stroking the length of my labia as well as I said, “Yes Al, I miss you. I am so shameful.”He said, “I refuse to let you say it is shameful for you to admit you miss me. Now tell me you miss me and are proud of it.”I said, “Yes Al, I miss you and I. We queued for the tunnel, then onto a shuttle, some of the lads covering me with a blanket rather than let me get dressed during customs and passports control though the smell of sex must have been a big giveaway when the customs chap stuck his head in! His smile said it all. Well I have no idea about the route after the shuttle; I saw mostly pubic hair, bellies and balls as one after another the 5 lads drained themselves into my waiting mouth.Some once, some more, I lost count in an orgy of. .. and guys ended up having to actually suck his dick in exchange for him not harming us somehow. Myself included,” Amber told us both.“Yeah ... I ... kinda had to suck his dick, too,” Lindsay blushed now, “it really put me off my appetite and made it harder to even think of sex at times. Gross.”“I wonder if David ever ... you know,” I asked as we reached Coach Brown’s classroom.“Yeah, we’ve talked about it before. He’s had to do ... that ... and other things for Principal Hogan. I think that.