"No!" Clare told her immediately. "We are not pregnant!" That's good," Mrs. McCarthy said after exhaling. "Marriage is a sacrament and fornication is ... sin," she told us in a very self-righteous voice."Father will be glad to learn that none of you are with child," she added after a few seconds. I believed that instead she was the one relieved to know that."You can join us here on any Sunday. Even when none of the priests are here, we gather to pray and sing a few hymns," Mrs. McCarthy told. I got up on the bed again. My ass was still sore from sitting near the heater the enitre time. He went into his room and smiled at me. "Your mom cracks me up, man" I said still feeling woozy. He went to his closet, taking off his sweater and hanging it up. He only had a shirt on and he took that off too. Underneath it all, he had the most sexiest body I've ever seen. And he turned around and grabbed a wife-beater, and there I caught a glimpse of his tattoo. Dice. He put it on and sat down next. ‘I’d never have a girlfriend with small boobs.’ ‘You don’t understand Zac,’ I replied. ‘I liked her personality, not her boobs. But I told her, ‘Definitely, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.’ And as I was saying that, I heard this beautiful, floating woman’s voice singing some punk song, I don’t really remember which one but I think it was a Green Day cover. But I looked up and there was this pink-haired chick playing an acoustic guitar. Our eyes met. Megan just turned around. As we hug she reached back with one of her hands and cupped one of my ass cheeks while whispering, “I’ve been wanting to do this since last week”. Not wanting to let her feel left out I grabbed both of her cheeks, which fit perfectly in my hands and telling her “me, as well”. Needless to say, my cock awakened rather quickly and we both looked down to see my slowly rising penis. I made a feeble apology and Beth said something like “why be sorry for that sort of thing, it’s gorgeous”. I joked.