," he sourly replied.The filthy slut, he thought to himself. Every week she comes to confession and tells every detail of the vile, disgusting, lasciv...ous goings on of her and her queer husband. How a man can willingly set his wife up with other men I can't understand.Such were the priest's thoughts and he continued on his way into the church.After a wait of a minute or two, the confessional door opened and closed as the first penitent entered.It's her, Helena G... , the priest thought to. With her blazer over her arm she asked outsideto the awaiting girls who were initially surprised by Katie's bravery. Bither smile and confident talk confirmed, Katie was a girl and didn't carewho saw her anymore.It was three confident girls who walked arm in arm,boarded the bus and headed for home. Once home, the school uniforms wereremoved, never to be worn again, except perhaps Katie's gingham dresswhich she quite liked as it made her look cute. Once hidden away at theback of the wardrobes. Entering the hallway, Jennifer could smell pizza. But entering the kitchen she was astounded to see that while everyone was eating pizza from a half-dozen boxes on the kitchen table, all the women were eating topless. And the pizza delivery boy was leaning against the counter, eyes closed, pants around his knees, while a girl Jennifer hadn’t met yet was on her knees, topless, giving him a blow job. Turning to her aunt, but unable to take her eyes off the Fellini-esque scene, she whispered,. I could see it in her eyes. She wanted to make me explode right now. Such maternal, incestuous delight shown in her dark eyes.This was so wrong. So taboo.I exploded.My virgin pussy convulsed as my clit throbbed and pulsed between my mother’s sucking lips. My juices squirted out of my twat as I bucked. My head rose and fell, slamming back into my pillow. My loose, black hair danced around me. Silky strands fell across my cheeks and forehead.I heaved again as the pleasure rippled out of my pussy..