I was so completely gone just then, I didn'teven bother trying to cover myself as I turned. I could barely make outwho it was through my tears, but wi...h the way she filled the doorway, apart of me realized it must be Aunt Joan. That didn't stop me fromscreaming, "Go away!"Aunt Joan stepped towards me as she asked, "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"My brain pretty much stopped working about then. All I knew was someonebig was coming towards me. I swung out a fist and roared the only words Icould think. "What do you think of Sharon?" What?!" If anything, this caused me to almost snap out of my aroused state, but Sammys continually moving hand kept me there. "Do you think she's pretty?" Ahhh...she's not bad....this is a weird time to be asking though" Oh?" She looked up as me mischievously "Are you going to cum thinking of Sharon?" What are you talking about?" It's ok baby" She purred "It'd be kinda hot...you thinking about Sharon, her fit body on top of yours...I wouldn't mind watching that. When she’d asked Father O’Shea for guidance about losing her virginity, she certainly hadn’t expected him to reply by putting a curse on her.“Well, if you’re going to become a harlot...” he’d said, standing fiercely and pointing one accusatory finger at her, “ ... let’s see how much of a harlot ye can be!”With that, he’d started chanting in Latin - she’d backed away, and reached for the door handle. She’d managed to get away, but not before he’d finished.Irene had only studied Latin for a few. He lifts me with his strong, masculine arms, hands on my ass. My legs instinctively wrap around Liam's waist. His enormous cock nestles softly against my thong, reaching my lower back. Liam kisses his way across my face and up to my ear. He whispers gently, "Do you want this as much as I do?" As I try to catch my breath and reply, he nibbles gently on my earlobe, stretching it, licking it, suckling on it. The words come out in short sharp gasps. "Oh. God. Yes!" I use one hand to remove my.