I am sickening. The steam is rising from the faucet now, framing my face in the mirror, a halo almost, filling out my face. I wipe a hand across one ...ide. Clear and empty, glazed fresh and almost her. Why is she gone? I turn my hands over and under the water, it slides off my skin, so dry, almost reptilian. I can feel the heat yet I do not remove my fingers, I want to feel it, feel it deep into my bones. I know I am being burned, the steam is too much. I slide the faucet to off, so slowly. The. . warm ... mmmmmm... moist ... AhhhhI feel my sperm working its way out to my cock's head, and I know I'm just cumming. I grab her throat with my both hands, my face right above her, eyes closed totally to get the full pleasure and shove my cock deep in her cunt. I am dribbling right over her face now, my saliva is covering her eyes and I scream as my first squirt of cum lands in her belly:- Moooommmmyyyy!!! Aaaahhhhhhh!!!I feel immediately a warm liquid wave surrounding my cock and my balls. The new parish priest, no more than 30, asking me all sorts of questions about what I'd done, where I'd touched him, where he'd touched me. But it was no use....talking about sex in the darkness and privacy of the confessional only arousing my desire still more. I now hungered for sex and the feeling of freedom and liberation it gave me. Now, just two months later, wherever I go the urge to have sex seems to dominate my thoughts. Even an everyday task like buying underwear has become an. Making the best of it, we both changed intothe negligees we routinely wore to bed. There was no need for any modesty,given that we invariably showered in pairs. But it still felt a littleawkward. We also had to negotiate which videos or tv channels to watch,compromising on a bridal makeover show that it seemed was a guiltypleasure for both of us.We were just about to get ready to turn in, when the message startedscrolling across the screen. "STACEY AND MADISON - TIME TO USE YOURTONGUES," it.