Poor Victoria was horrified to discover none other than Father Matthew’s handsome bearded head between her legs when she woke up to the dawn of the ...ew day and the realization she would have to find an alternative confessor to give her proper absolution without any chance of slanted reception in heavenly quarters. The man was good-looking enough to be a welcome addition to her long list of lovers, but his job made him completely out of the question in her strictly brought-up mind. He did his. ’ ‘Ah, yes. Your secret. You know I know already.’ Eric traced his fingers up my neck and grasped firmly. Our eyes locked, he pressed my throat just tight enough to stir old memories deep inside my body. My hips rocked. I led him back through the kitchen and down the basement stairs. The door was locked, although I had hung the key on a hook in the door frame after Gerald had gone. I had never been allowed to touch it until then. It still felt odd. Swinging the door open, I turned on the light. He lifted his head and made eye contact with CB and then gave a big swallow to her juices. CB - “damn daddy”SB dipped his head back down letting his lip then the bottom of his tounge graze CBs hard clit. As soon as it passed down SB brought his tounge back up and down and up and down until CB started to grind her hips and moan Loudly. CB squeezed her thighs and tried to hold on but the urge in her hot pussy was becoming overwhelming. She felt SBs hand on her right titty stretching and pinching. As it pumped up and down the hardness of my brother’s cock, I felt myself really getting into the rhythm.Up and down. Up and down. Stroke, stroke, stroke ... After just a few seconds, all my stress, all my tension melted away. A peaceful inner voice told me how right this was, how helpful I was being ... I was helping my brother. I was helping my brother with a problem. That was all it was - there was nothing strange about helping my brother.My phone buzzed in my other hand, and its screen.