“In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy…”Missy froze. Her entire fist buried down in her sopping wet cunt. Her legs high in the air and...her panties pulled to the side. She was so close. The priest couldn’t see her and she couldn’t see him but the booth smelled like pussy. Could he smell it? Would he even know what the smell was?When Missy didn’t say anything the priest said, “Is this your first confession?”Missy didn’t reply but slowly moved her hand in and out of her red dripping. She unbuttoned my blouse, leaned over and started sucking on my erect nipples which sent electrical charges between my legs. I spread my legs willingly as her hand pushed under my skirt and found my twat which was aching for attention. She teased my hard clit with the tips of her fingers, pinching it then massaging it gently.I knew that Jack was probably enjoying this and as I looked over to the other side of the room, I saw that Jack had removed his clothes and was stroking his huge. “I suppose so,” I said. “I have to warn you, though, that my second ex-wife read the first novel I wrote and laughed all the way through the first page. The operative word there is ‘ex’.”“You write humor?”“No.”“Oh.”“Like I said, she’s my ex-wife.” I admit, it wasn’t stellar writing, but she could have shown some sensitivity. It was that derogatory ‘You’ll never be a writer’ attitude that started us on the path to divorce. Unlike Treasure, who had eaten up every word that I wrote in the early. I turned myself back into a man except for my dick, she screaming stop it too big, I grab her by her hair and tell her to stop screaming and take it, because it’s to late now your my dog bitch now.I’m starting to pump come into her pussy now, I feel her insides expanding to take all of my come, about a cup is squirted in her each time it squirts.She’s getting used to my size now and pushing against me and grinding her pussy around my dick.I feel my knot start getting smaller,.