‘Harder on my nipples, let me do the fucking!’ Sarah explained slapping my chest! I twisted her nipples in my hands harder than I’d ever dared b...fore. Sarah put her head back and yelled. ‘Fuck yes’ I twisted her bullet shaped nipples again, applying more pressure to see how much she could take. I didn’t get to find out as the last twist made her cum hard, her arse squeezing my cock and making me shoot my load deep into her anus. I felt water hit my stomach and realised she’d squirted when she. I just kinda figured she didn't have the temperament for it. Boy was I wrong. It all started . . .We had some good toys around the house already. She liked a bit of pain and pleasure, and I was inventive with knots. That made for some wild nights of passion for the both of us. The only thing I had never shared was my passion for girls clothes. I thought that was my secret fantasy. I know some fantasies aren't the same when they come true, and this appeared to be one of them. I'm a tall guy with. Joe told me to sit in oneof the rustic wooden chairs on the porch. He sat beside me on another, andasked to hear my confession. As I confessed my various sins, I could see Fr.Joe's eyes narrow behind his bifocals as he glowered at me, and I could alsosee a growing bulge behind the fly of his black clerical trousers. When Ihave finished, Fr. Joe sighs and glowers at me, like a stern dad about topunish his delinquent son. Fr. Joe tells me I must be punished for my sins,and he orders me to follow. On the distaff side, I saw Erin cull Stacy from the others and lead her outside. They had a serious discussion, but I saw smiles, so I figured it couldn’t be too bad. Stacy also gave me a wink when she came back in.When we broke up the afternoon session, the weather was still good but there were ‘boomers’ nearby. Stacy suggested the pool and drinks on the patio again, so that’s what happened. The women went off to change in our master bedroom, and it sounded like a hen party in there. The men.