MY NEIGHBOR HAS A MASSIVE COCK (13)

Hazel Two weeks later everything that used to be mine was in his house.My clothes hung in his closet. My toothbrush sat next to his on the bathroom sink. The short dresses he liked lived in the second drawer. My old place across the grass was already empty and listed for rent. Every night I slept in his bed. Every morning I woke up with his cock either inside me or resting heavy against my ass, and most of the time he made sure I started the day full of him before he left for work.The ring was simple and thick, a dark band that sat heavy on my finger. He’d put it on me the day after he proposed while I was still on my knees in the living room, his cum drying on my thighs. He hadn’t asked again. He’d just slid it on and said, “This means you’re mine on paper too. Don’t take it off.”I never did.---That night I was already waiting for him when he got home.I knew what he wanted. I’d learned the pattern quickly. On nig

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FATHER'S PRIVATE SINS

ReedThey always looked at me the same way during Mass.Soft eyes. Reverent smiles. The kind of quiet trust that came from believing I was closer to God than they were. I stood at the altar in my vestments, voice steady and warm, and spoke about purity, fidelity, and the sanctity of marriage while half the women in the first three pews crossed their legs a little tighter because of me.I noticed. I always noticed.Mrs. Carol Hensley was one of the worst for it. Thirty-six, married to a man who traveled too much for work, two children in the choir. She wore modest dresses that still couldn’t quite hide the heavy curve of her tits or the way her ass filled out the back of the skirt when she knelt. Every Sunday she stayed a little longer after service to thank me for the homily, eyes lingering on my mouth.This Sunday was no different.I waited until most of the congregation had filed out. The church was quieter then, just the soft sounds of a few people lingering near the candles. Car

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FATHER'S PRIVATE SINS (2)

ReedHer name was Diana Walsh.Thirty-nine, married twelve years, three children, sat in the third pew on the left every Sunday with her hands folded neatly in her lap. She had the kind of quiet beauty that didn’t ask for attention — soft brown hair she usually kept in a low knot, full mouth, and a body that had only gotten thicker and softer after the kids. Her husband worked construction and looked exhausted even on weekends. I had watched the way she looked at me during the Eucharist for months. Soft. Hungry. Guilty about hunger.I waited until the second week of Lent to take her.After Wednesday evening Stations of the Cross, most of the parish cleared out quickly. Diana lingered near the side altar, lighting a candle. I approached with the same gentle expression I wore for every grieving widow and nervous bride.“Mrs. Walsh,” I said quietly. “You seem troubled tonight.”She turned, cheeks alread

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All Chapters of Beneath The Sheets : Chapter 81 - Chapter 83

MY NEIGHBOR HAS A MASSIVE COCK (13)

FATHER'S PRIVATE SINS

FATHER'S PRIVATE SINS (2)