Overwhelm you?”“Both, I guess.”“How was it both?”“I mean, I wanted it, but when it happened, it was a surprise.”“You see, doing it is ...ad enough. But liking it, loving it, that is what we call concupiscence, and it compounds your sin.”“Yes, Father.”“You can’t do these things with boys anymore.”And like an idiot, I said, “What about girls?”“What have you done with girls!?““Things...”“Did she put her mouth on you?”“Yes, Father?”“Between your legs?”“Yes, Father.”“And were you naked with her,. Her arms were tightly secured above her head, stretching her to her full length as she balanced on her toes. Her unmade hair hung freely, barely covering her shoulders while the tops of her breasts were clearly visible above the functional bra as they heaved with her labored breathing. Under the cups, her nipples were just starting to react to their exposure to the cold and were clearly visible through the fabric. Her firm belly was completely exposed, serving as a testament to the hours she. As she got older, she would come up to our house and stay the weekend. I would look forward to her visits more and more as she grew older. Sometime around age 13 she started to develop into a beautiful young woman but she still sat on my lap during each visit. I don't know if her mother said something, but around age 15 she stopped our little ritual of sitting on my lap.One weekend shortly after her 16th birthday, she was spending the weekend with us. I had the glorious fortune of spying on. I had a couple fingers back in her and working them in and out of her as fast as I could. With my other hand I was playing with her tits rolling her nipples in my fingers as well as pulling on them. She was so wet and willing that it didn’t take long for her to orgasm and as she did so she covered my fingers with her juice. But I wasn’t done yet I wanted her to really get off so once her orgasm started to subside I went back down on her and this time I alternated between sucking on her clit and.