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We went to operas, bal masques, saw all the sights, and enjoyed ourselves immensely for a few days and being strict Catholics he one day said jestingly, “I suppose, Lucille, we must go to confession, and get absolution after having enjoyed ourselves, and confess all the delightful sins we have committed; by-the-bye, be sure you do not forget to confess having ridden a St. George on your husband, and allowed him to spend his seed in your hand, or on your pretty bosom, they are most awful sins, and will cost a pretty penny for absolution. Father undertook to inflict personal chastisement _a la Girard et Cadiere_,” he added, laughing. “But, seriously,” I answered, “apart from joking, I know we ought to do it, and will go to that church in the Rue de la Madeleine this very day, I know I am a sinner, but don’t like to make a laugh of such serious things.” Then seating myself on his knee, I drew his face playing with naked drugged girls pussies galleries to mine, and kissed him lovingly, as I added, “But, dear Francis, you won’t leave your little wife so long again, will you, for those horrid horses? You can’t imagine how hot naked girls taking pics with their cell phones dull and low spirited I get when left all by myself.” “What a pretty pouting little bride you look. Why, Lucille, the way you kiss excites me as if we were still on the honeymoon trip; but dearest,” he added, “a sporting man must see his horses tried and run, then, you, know, I shall make up in the winter what you lose in the summer; there’s nothing else to do then but to make love. Ha, you sweet little devil, do you want to commit another sin before confession?” My hand had been playing with naked drugged girls pussies galleries gently caressing his prick outside his breeches, till it was now rampant and impatient of the restraining cloth.

“Well,” he went on, following my example, by passing a hand up my clothes, and gently tickling my clitoris with his forefinger, “we’ll lump it all together, so there won’t be any more to pay. It’s nothing to blush about, little simpleton.” I got off his lap, and kneeling before him, unbuttoned his flap, and the engine of love seemed to leap into my hand, its fiery head, with the skin turned back, looked so tempting, that I could not resist the temptation to kiss and caress it for a few moments. My tongue played lasciviously round the tender and excitable surface, whilst my hands, were fondling his finely developed balls. You darling, to think you would give me so much pleasure!” I was as excited as himself, and sucked and swallowed his delicious spendings to the very last drop, as he pressed my head down with his hands, and gasped out his hands, and gasped out his ejaculations of ecstasy. Come, down with you at once, or I will bite it off,” making him feel my teeth, as I playfully took it again in my mouth. We had a delightful bout on the hearthrug, and I rode him till he spent into my excited cunt a third time. Keeping his cock stiff, and starting him again after each spend by the contractions of the folds of my vagina, which he declared gave him the most exquisite and voluptuous sensations, and that he had never experienced anything to equal it in his life, many women as he had had in his time. Presently I told him that as soon as I could get dressed I would go to confession. “Do playing with naked drugged girls pussies galleries love,” he replied, “and if the Confessor is reasonable with you, I will go myself to-morrow, or send for him to wait on me at the hotel.” I left him smoking a cigar, and about an hour-and-a-half afterwards entered the church, where I was immediately accosted by an elderly priest. “If the English lady wishes to confess, the Father Francisco in yonder box is most suitable for Madame. He knows the English ways so well, and was consecrated in England.” playing with naked drugged girls pussies galleries I approached the box, which was in a very secluded corner of the sacred building, playing with naked drugged girls pussies galleries and kneeling on a hassock, enquired, in a low voice, “If the Rev. Father Francisco was ready to hear my confession?” “Yes, my daughter, and I pray God you may have nothing but venial sins to confess,” was the reply of my unseen Confessor.