My wife had me by the ears and pulling my mouth tight on her pussy. She began to scream “OH God!! I’m cuuuummminnn Eat my pussssy!!! Yeahhhh! Suck...my pussssyy!!” she came with a force squirting her juice in my mouth. She had rested on my mouth I kept sucking and licking her juices. “OH God wait wait!! Give me a minute!” I could feel her legs quivering from the orgasm she just had. She rolled over to the side and sat next to me kissing my lips and slipping her tongue in my mouth. Pat slid her. What was done in secret can be confessed openly and unashamedly. In the past, the implication was that sinful behavior was shameful and that humility required a confession that was, if not exactly secret, private.Henrietta Samson preferred the confessional booth to the face-to-face encounter with the priest. She liked the darkness of the cubicle. She preferred the privacy it afforded her. She favored the secrecy. What she shared with the priest, Father Bender, was something that she would admit. It was on the first floor, so very easy to bring everything in. We wedged something under all the doors to get in, and they headed out to the truck. The furniture was coming in first, so when they brought the bed, in pieces of course, I told them it went into the bedroom. As they set the pieces down, they offered to put the bed back together for me."Wow that would be awesome!" It's no problem, you are the last job of the day so we are in no rush." one of them said with a devilish grin."Thank. At one point their car pulled up attraffic lights and another car- open-topped, pulled up next to theirs.The driver was a young man, muscular under a thin t-shirt, and Paulcould see his hairy strong thighs rising up to his shorts. Emil waswatching, too, his face buried in Paul's blonde hair at his soft cheek."Oh, Master Paul, isn't he lovely?" whispered the man. "Wouldn't youlike him in here with us?"Emil was gently masturbating Paul, who could feel the man's erectionhardening between his.