It all started six months ago when seventeen year old Peggy Jones came into his church to confess her sins. With trembling voice she admitted impure t...oughts about several boys in her high school class; even more when she confessed to allowing two of the boys to look at her breasts and one other boy to actually feel her hot wet cunt. Reverend Deacons was never one to miss the opportunity and he asked her to describe how she felt when this was happening.Peggy began to imagine the actions as if. It was gone two in the afternoon. I lay there on the bed for a moment, just staring at the ceiling.“Tony, have you woken up yet?” Father Petrou called.“Give me a minute, Father.”“I’ll be in my office,” he replied.Fifteen minutes later I walked into Father Petrou’s office, under my arm the bag containing the money. My good friend, the priest, was reading from the bible which was spread open on his desk. If I hadn’t coughed, he wouldn’t have noticed me standing there.“Merry Christmas, Father. From being a toddler I have always had a fascination with tights or stockings, often couldnt resist rubbing them when I saw them.. She crouched down as she dried me, her legs were spread right infront of me and straight away i started to rub my hands up her legs feeling her tights. When i was finally dry my cousin let me continue rubbing her legs, guiding my hand up her inner thighs her eyes were shut tight but I could still hear her moaning a little every so often… Eventually Sonya stopped me. And of course with it being Wednesday we had a freshman game that night. I was very happy when I saw Scott there and he sat close and waived at me frequently. I was feeling very disappointed when I couldn’t find Elizabeth’s face in the crowd but then was relieved when close to halftime I finally spotted her. She was sitting further back in the bleachers with some of the other varsity cheerleaders. For the rest of the game I tried hard to make eye contact but never seemed to make it and I.