I wanted to feel Margret’s slim fingers to taste the slickness there. This was my introduction to lesbian love and my time at the convent school would never be the same. Pornhat I sighed and parted my legs for her. Her hands were cool, mine clammy, and I struggled with the zipper of her tight jean shorts. “What is it that you have to confess to me? Do you understand?”
I felt a blush creeping into my cheeks as Sister Agatha spoke. I looked through the grille at the older man whose pale eyes burned in the gloom of the confessional. I had a perfect view of Sister Agatha’s fingers violating young Martha’s tender cunt and the view made me wet, thinking I would like to taste that myself when we
