Rolling on top of her I was still able to slip it in. I moved her legs together and put mine on the outside of hers. Boy did that make her tight. I... also put my weight on her thighs and took the pressure off my knees.Leaning forward I rested myself on her boobs, relaxed, and began stroking in and out. I let my hips find their own speed, whatever felt right. In spite of my break I was soon feeling close to cumming again; she was just so tight this way. I sped up and felt my jism spurt into. She had a disconcerted look on her face, so I asked if she hadn't enjoyed our romp."Of course I did. I always do. It's just that there is something I have been meaning to tell you. I have for some time but couldn't bring myself to." Pat paused and took a deep breath, "Do you remember that night you caught Brian Wainwright and me in the bedroom at a party?"I couldn't believe it. That party was thirty-five or so years ago. We had only been dating a few months, but unfortunately, I still remember. At least I got to choose the sin I wanted to confess. Of course, I had to be careful not to rustle my dress too much while I fingered my cunt, or make any other potentially embarrassing sounds. But I chose one of my less flamboyant Sunday dresses for just that purpose. It was a light yellow dress that draped down around my knees, and when I went to kneel in the confessional booth it had been easy to silently pull it up behind me so that I'd have access to my cunt. And while I fingered myself. "It's okay, honey!" She reassured him tenderly. "Just let Mother Nature do what she has to do!"Observing his dying, helpless state caused the remainder of Corrientes' vagina to swell as increasing blood flow began nourishing the uppermost area of her warm, tender canal. Her cervix began to slip closer to the back of her vagina. The distinct H-split in the external orifice of her cervix, a telltale sign of motherhood, was now tilting downwards and facing him as she moved herself closer to.