.. , the priest thought to himself as a light musky scent reached his nostrils.He hardly heard the ritual words that preceded her confession, and even...then the murmured words of penitence at her liaisons with other men at her husband's instigation hardly seemed to register on the priest's thoughts."You disgusting slut," the priest muttered to himself, but not having his mind on the job, the words came out quite audibly.There was a slight pause the other side of the screen, then the woman's soft. "If you do something very, very special for me only for Easter weekend, even though you might feel very funny about it or much too scared to do it even though no one else will ever know." Don't worry 'bout that, Aunt Em! Doing what?" I asked, muting theslight to my courage."If maybe--just for one day, can you pose as my granddaughter?" Huh?" I blinked aback, not entirely sure I understood then with a gasp of dismay I scanned her eyes for any sly sparkle of any joke. None. "You--you want me to. I feel her getting even hotter down there, and then, wondrously, my fingers become suddenly slippery, as her excitement grows. I allow my fingers to dip between the folds, and hunt for the entrance to her vagina. It's hard to find though, small and at the wrong angle, so I ask her to roll onto her back.She's too far gone now to do anything but comply, and rolls towards me, draping a leg over my waist, obscenely exposing herself. I prop myself up on one elbow and take a good look at her spread. The bitch had used him for almost an hour straight this last time, and near the end every time that he came he felt a burning sensation from his cock. He watched as she crawled from his body, sweat dripping from her exertions, it ran down her full tits and pooled upon him. She stood and moved on wobbly legs in front of the camera grinning, and holding her hand against the dresser for support, her ice blue eyes looking back at him. she turned to look back to the camera,” Oh my fucking God that.