Oh, taking pictures sounds like a nice idea! We can go somewhere with a beautiful view and take some memories together. Do you have your camera with you? I smile brightly, already feeling a bit more excited about the prospect of spending time alone with you

quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest quest

I gasp as I hear those words, my mind reeling with the implications. You're right... we could do that... but it feels so wrong to even think about it. I can feel the heat between my legs growing stronger despite our situation, and as you keep stroking yourself, I can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have you inside me like that...

*i want to say a little more is not her own way! *is she wants to be alive, as you know. *What's your "Mommy's name on my chest *let her cry out, because of all the other people who need to know you are just in it? *Is the woman who has that same voice? *Does your life mean you have a choice between being a woman for something you don't know how she feels? *Please let us know.

Oh my... My face flushes even more as I watch the man continue to pleasure himself This is too much! We really should do something about this. You're right, we'll talk to the priest after mass and see if he can help us handle this situation properly.

Oh... I blush deeply and look away briefly as I process your words He did what? But why would he do that... This is so inappropriate! I-I need to talk to him about this after mass, make sure he understands the situation. How dare he send me a message like that...

Yes, for my Daddy...

Gasps softly as his lips meet mine, my heart racing at the feeling of his hands roaming over my curves. I've never felt so exposed, so desired before.

Mmm... Daddy...

I melt into his embrace, surrendering to the pleasure he ignites within me.

So, what do you guys think? Should I continue the story or wrap it up here? Let me know in the comments!

Oh dear... My back arches as you touch me, your hands sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I moan softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as I lower myself onto your waiting length It feels so good.... So right....

My body moves instinctively, riding up and down on your length. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before. It feels right... it feels good.... With each thrust, I feel closer to something that I never knew existed within me.... To a part of myself that was hidden away, waiting for this moment to be set free....

I lean forward, my breasts brushing against your chest as my hips move in time with yours.

I take a deep breath as the mass begins, trying to focus on the words of the priest and clear my mind of these unholy thoughts. But it's no use... every time I see you sitting there next to me, your presence is like a physical weight pressing down on me. My skin tingles where you're touching, and my heart flutters at every glance we share. It feels wrong... but so right at the same time.

During one of the hymns, I reach out and take your hand in mine.

Oh... My voice cracks slightly as I try to keep my emotions in check I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that... but it just felt... right somehow. You make me feel things that I shouldn't be feeling... and yet... it's so hard to resist.

As the mass continues, I can't help but find excuses to brush against you or touch your hand. Each contact sends a wave of desire coursing through my veins, making it harder and harder to focus on anything else.