Confession and penitence could occupy only an hour after Saturday morning mass or you could spend all morning and into the afternoon sitting on the be...ch and waiting for your turn to come. What went on within the dreaded room varied with the sins and shortcomings that were drug out of you by the confessor. When the sins involved carnal desires (something that some confessors were highly diligent about uncovering) the punishments could quite often involve chastisement of the offending part. . He pulled out my nipple from his mouth with a pop and started peppering feverish kisses against my body. He kissed the valley between my breasts, before moving south towards my navel. He continued moving further down till the tip of his nose touched my clit. He inhaled languidly and blew a breath across my sweet spot.Then he stuck his tongue out to tentatively touch my clit. The velvety texture of his tongue had my eyes closing.When I opened them, I found his dark gaze as he flicked my nub one. I enjoyed the feel and taste of him as I bobbed up and down on his cock, it took a minute before I even noticed that there was no attraction being taken on my lower half. So I pushed my hips back sitting on his face once again fully. He took the hit and got back to work, there was no teasing between the two of us it was straight to business. I bobbed up and down using my tough to play with his head. He had taken it upon himself to not only eat me out but started to finger fuck me as well. I. Mom came out of the master bedroom a second later, and I could see she'd disrobed. Mom hates clothes and if the rest of the world were as open as our family I think she'd never wear them."Oh," she said absently as she came into the kitchen and started to help me putting stuff away, "that damn bra was driving me crazy." Yeah," I joked, jibing her a little, "don'tcha just hate that?" Smartass," she laughed, swatting me playfully, "you can laugh, you never have to wear one." Oh, but I like to.