For some unknown reason she parted her legs and felt Kat shove a finger into her. “No Kat, don’t. Stop it Kat.”Kat pushed back against her gripp...ng hand and pushed further into her as she shoved three fingers into herself and groaned.Sue looked down to see what she did and knew that her cunt must be so wet to take three fingers in so easily. It was the most erotic thing she has ever seen. Feeling a finger in her cunt while watching a woman doing herself was too much for her to take. She needed. I went to church. I went through all of the steps needed to become the good little Catholic girl. First Communion and Confirmation. By Confirmation, I knew that if the church was right, god didn’t approve of me. But then, he made me the way I am too. No amount of preaching and learning helped to conform me. None of it mattered, because something magical happens to me whenever I have a dick stuffed deep inside me. Perhaps I suffer from an addiction. There is such a thing. It’s called. Instinctively, she threw her hands back and covered herself,trying in vain to protect herself from the next smack. Jake laughed gently, notin ridicule, but more in a reassuring, understanding way. “That won’t work atall, Becca,” he admonished. “You’ll have to keep your hands above your headuntil we finish. Otherwise we have to start all over.”As if fighting aninternal war, Becca struggled to place her hands back up above her head on thedriver’s seat. Nikki sensed her roommates struggles and. Returning to the trunk, I pulled up a chair and reached for the oldest notebook. It was dated '1956'. That was two years before he married mom! The writing was brief but he detailed his beginning fascination with female panties and the efforts he made to acquire them - laundromats, clotheslines, stealing from a girlfriend. By 1963, he was referring to 'M' and telling of how she helped him with his fetish. Dad always called mom by 'Mother' but her name was Madeline. I assumed he referred to her,.