She put on a fairly conservative dress, again one that buttoned all the way down the front. She lifted it and looked at her p***y. She could see how wet the small little curls were that covered her puffy p***y lips. She was sore. And she felt like she could c*m at any moment.
She straightened her dress and went down for dinner.
She sat next to Lukas, her parents on the other side of the table. Her mother narrowed her eyes at her, but she didn't ask her anything. Jean Anne assumed her step-father didn't know that she had been sent to talk to the priest about m**********g. Jean Anne was so grateful to her mother. Thanks to her she was finding salvation through Father Julio's rituals.
Lukas was 10 years older than her, a tall, muscular, handsome man. He rarely came home, but when he did
