To my disappointment, just as I was beginning to think that I could proceed to extremities with my handsome young aunt, the priest, Father Eustace, brought his delightful punishment to a close.

Emilie meekly submitted, which she showed by sinking down from her sturdy kneeling posture, until she was all but prostrate on her belly. Father Eustace, of course, kept his cock buried in her while she sank to the floor. His hands were clamped firmly on her hips as he continued to fuck her for several more minutes. Then he gently withdrew his still-erect penis while warmly kissing her plump buttocks. He assured her of entire absolution and complete forgiveness.

Tucking his dripping lance back into his frock, he turned to my mother, and looking towards me in a very expressive way, said that he wished to talk with her on a certain subject privately. My aunt said her room was at her sister's services, and she would stay and help Emilie to dress.

“It is too much honor for me, dear Lady,” said Emilie. “Perhaps this young lady would lend me a little assistance; she looks very good natured, and I should so like a glass of wine, for I feel very much exhausted!”

“Naturally, my child,” responded my aunt, “I will give you wine.”

So saying, she left the room, turning around as she did so with rather a quaint expression on her face, as if she was rather uncertain what my assisting her novice to dress might lead to. I, as may be easily imagined, had no objection to act as lady's maid to the beautiful young lady, and I was so affectionate in my trembling attentions that she quite overlooked my clumsiness. I was sure, though, that she was very much aware of how my hands lingered over her quivering breasts and their jutting nipples… how they brushed her curvaceous bottom-cheeks and intruded on the fringe of her drooping pussy lips.