My eyes went right for the intersection of her legs and the pretty, plump slit, all beautifully bare and smooth. It made her look younger, maybe like ...welve or thirteen, except, of course, that she had larger boobs than that."Jenna, you're incredible, so beautiful," I said as I began to sketch out her smooth flowing lines. I couldn't believe she had actually stripped for me and was standing there so wonderfully naked as I traced her lines onto the paper.I was so nervous and excited, I had a. YYYES..Catherine," as I erupt like a volcano sending jets of cum into her.Catherine cries out as she falls onto the bed, moaning as I slam back into her. She was flat on the bed, and another cry leaves her " OH GOD..JOHN..NO MORE..PLEASE," when I pull her back by the hair. The look in my eyes woke something up inside her, and at my growl, a shiver goes through her. She returns my kiss, moaning at the taste of blood mixed in. She comes again, her cry lost in my kiss before my own release again. .I saw you.”“Saw me? Saw me what?”“I knocked on your office door and I saw you...with some boy.”Fontane stared before his simple response, “So?”“You were...”“I was what, Simon?”Well, if the old man was going to brazenly push the issue, then so would Dott!“I saw you. You were on the sofa and you were...you were fucking that boy!”“Oh that? Don’t worry about it.”“How could I not worry about it? Sodomy is against our vows as well as your doctrine.”“Sodomy?” Fontane laughed. “Wasn’t no. "She pushed a button, watched the panel on the device, and remembered eachof the days that it was playing. Although the machine fed memories tohim at high speed, the whole thing would only take about twenty minutesto run; he would perceive them as though they were full days. It started with one of her earliest memories. The day she and herparents had gone to a lake and she had learned to swim. She stillremembered the cute little one-piece swimsuit, with its little ruffledskirt. She knew.