once upon a time i was walking gracfully from confession. . .Fr.Pat murphy approached me and asked me would i like to see his new confession box. . .yes father i would be honoured. . .follow me then beatrice he said in his sexy little priest voice of his.
once i was in the new confession box i felt his hand slide up my new black gurdle. . .fuck me Fr. i said i do not no where i came across this obsene word. . .maybe on operah winfrey or bravo or something? it felt good, harder fr.murphy harder. i felt my body slowly wriggle like a worm, his firemans hose was now rock solid, like some of the boys in wexford.
i heard a splurt. . .oh no my new black gurdle was ruined my mother would hang me out to dry if she seen this, i decided to start licking it,it was salty. when i looked up Fr.pat murphy had dissapared it was almost like a miracle,he had came and gave me this wonderful pleasure then dissapared into thin air. This was my first sexual encounter with a priest,i felt like a whoeres handbag.