After yesterday’s meeting with Father Johnson, Melanie had felt her hormones running wild. Her womanhood was constantly throbbing and getting wetter and wetter, and she just couldn’t stop thinking about what she did just the day before. At first the pain had been so intense, like he was stabbing her, and then, with a tiny switch of his hips, he started stroking something inside her that made her body tremble and moans escape her mouth, until she had exploded in euphoria. Today the church would be closed, and she had a meeting with Father Johnson.
She went to her closet and started raiding it, looking for something he could rip open, and then something she could put on after. She found an old blouse. One that was to tiny for her, and hugged her large breasts like a second skin. Then she f
