” “Dad,” Chad began, “I just wanted . . .” “Just get back to fucking your mother, Chad. I’m sure she wants it. Don’t you, honey? You c...n never get enough sex.” I was becoming almost as angry as I was embarrassed. I put my hands on Chad’s ass and pushed my hips at him. He responded as you’d expect – he fucked me back. I hoped he’d last a good long time. Show Jason how it’s done. Fuck me good. I decided to add to the effect. “Come on, Chad, give it to me. Fuck me, fuck your mother. Fuck me!”. I decided I would go and confess what I had done before Mass. I walked into church wearing a very short cream-colored sundress. I knew if I bent over you could just see the white thong that I was wearing. With my red curly hair pulled back into a ponytail, I looked so sweet and innocent at least as long I didn’t bend over. I walked into the church to where the confessional booths were. In other churches they had taking the booths down and confessions were told face to face, but ours retained. John showed him into the front room and offered coffee or tea, Peter opting for coffee.“He’s in the front room, and he doesn’t look at all well,” John told Claire as she finished the washing up. “I’ll make coffee, so don’t get down to serious talk until I’ve served it and got out of the way.”“You don’t need to disappear, John. This is your house.”“Peter will want privacy. He’ll talk more freely if you’re alone with him.”“How can you be so kind? He hurt you, then you rescued him from going to. Now keep in mind it's Saturday morning and I'm wearing just my sleep pants and a t shirt so my cock is almost immediately at full length and she notices it against her body. She takes a small step back, looks down at it and says "Oh". Before I can think of an apology she reaches for it and starts to rub it through my pants. My mind is racing and I'm thinking I should stop this right away. Then she looks up at me and smiles the sexiest smile and I know I'm a goner. She pulls my cock out of my.