Aunt Sharon selected thefirst pew right in front on the lectern so we would be right in sightline of the priest as he gave his sermon. I had been rais...d Catholic andwent every week back with my parents so the mass was completely familiarand almost reassuring. When it came time for communion I was about tostart to stand but Aunt Sharon motioned for me to stay before she wentherself. Sure I hadn't been to church since I had been living here withher and the rest of them but that wasn't my fault. She was a true daddy’s girl aswel. Don’t get me wrong, my wife loved our daughter and she was a wonderful mother. It’s just that Jessica and Sarah never really got on as much as I did with her. At times it felt like they were both fighting for my attention and as time went on Jessica was doing a much better of winning my attention. Sarah and I were still very close but Jessica being my first child, I didn’t want to miss a thing. I wanted to be there for everything she did so Sarah at times. Her tits were slamming together back and forth as her tits were glistening with the oil. She was rubbing her clit in front of him as she drank the bottle of scotch. She took a long drink letting it go down half way.“Mmmmmmmmm always get thirsty before I have a FAT COCK” She Said“Ohhh Goddd Goddess Cajun”“Tell me how I better than her” She said looking down him with hazy eyes. He glasses were still on.“Your ass is better…MUCH better. Your pussy taste better…your tits bigger”“Bigger than those. ‘The light was green and your tail lights were out.’ I sighed. ‘Fine,’ I said, not confident I could pass a breathalyzer test. That’s what insurance was for anyway. She canceled the call. ‘Boxers or briefs?’ she asked me. I looked at her and tried to decipher what type of insanity had claimed her. Maybe I just attracted women who liked to torture men. ‘What?’ ‘Do you wear boxers or briefs?’ she repeated, enunciating every word as if I didn’t speak English. Her short blond hair jerked back.