I heard his robe rustling through the little screen. Are you sure you want to hear?” He nodded. He slid open a screen in the confessional and I looked at him. Becky was one of my best friends and we shared most, but obviously, not all of our secrets and stories…We both loved sex and climaxes and couldn’t get enough of it all. “He was a Labrador and we called him Duke. Out of the confessional I went. Our bodies warming each other as we calmed…both of us still panting from the jointing. She opened the little door of the confessional, exited, a huge smile on her face and blushing cheeks, adjusting her dress, looking at me…then it was my turn. And my balls! I was nervous all day, primping, dressing…not fully dressed!…you know…”barely” dressed… and then it was afternoon, school was out and I was off to the church for a little more confessing. It was so natural…a cock and a cunt…a dog’s cock and a girl’s cunt…but it seemed our bodies were made for this…it was tickling me and teasing…I wanted his cock deep…squeezed my leg
