But it was Father Dean who aroused the flame within me. I often heard his moans of pleasure coming from the confessional booth as many a widow or negl...cted house wife would pleasure him orally between the confessionals anonymous dividers. They would leave looking sheepish, trying to sneak out un-noticed, embarrassed, wiping their lips & trying to hide the staines on their dresses.Father Dean was in his mid 50's, a thick set man with a wide smile, an irish accent & from the outine in his. But she sure felt lonely. And herewas this older woman who probably went down the same road. At least the wayshe looked at Jenny, somehow gave her that impression. Also she thought thatwith the woman joining her, the hungry looking men in the room might stop strippingher with their gaze. "I'm Paige... Paige Langenkamp" the woman introduced herself. "Jenny" "Jenny?" "Jenny Stanton" "So Jenny Stanton, a girl like you, in a place like this? So who's theguy?" "My fiancé" she sobbed. "Oh, dear... It. Not married, don’t have much in the way of friends, no social media accounts, not that I really care for it. And my neighbors never talk to me. Then again, I don’t talk to them either. Life outside of work is peaceful and that’s the way I like it. Today was a pretty boring day at this school. A few staff meetings followed by a mountain of paperwork. Not a single spanking to break the boredom. Maybe I will get lucky next week. I really want to increase the size of my confis**ted panty collection. He growled softly when he saw her tiny pink nipples harden, poking out even further as she moaned when he dropped his trousers and shorts and his hard dick sprang up. Robbie swallowed hard and resisted the urge to dive onto his wife and plunge his aching shaft inside her… he wanted their first time to be as pleasurable for her as he knew it would be for him! He crawled onto the bed and moved between her thighs glancing back and forth between her lustful eyes and her damp soft brown curls. She.