Pastor Phillips went to his small home on the outskirts of Benton City.

He lived alone.

His wife had passed away five years back and both his sons moved to the east coast.

The Pastor was really bothered with his lack of control of his... manhood.

He hadnt had sex since his wife passed and even back then it was a rare event.

He spent so much time trying to rebuild the House from past scandals that... he honestly lost touch of his sons... and his dying wife.

But he believed in the truth still.

This afternoons confessional was just a confession... nothing more or less.

He was there to listen. Not to fantasize!!! But he had a thing for sheer pantyhose...

They were so soft, shiny... so... NAUGHTY.

He must hold his resolve...

He went to bed that night -- but honestly the restlessness of his sleep had everything to do with that Blind girls, voice, scent and confession.

The first person Pastor Phillips walks by at The House was Jen Daniels.

Sophies Aunt.

Immediately, Sophies story invaded his mind.

This once respectible collegue of his was now - something else.

She smiles at the Pastor. "Pastor Phillips good to see you... loved your sermon last week... I dropped off a topic I would like you to discuss in a future sermon if you could please..."

"Of course... I appreciate your input..."He glances at her respectble Pant Suite and her professional demeanor.

"Its a little reminder about respecting your elders... a good one for the youth here."Her smile makes up for her mediocre look. Plain Jane.

"Oh... that will be a good one..." The Pastor did agree...

As they pass one another to their daily duties, he wonders if Sophie had been telling the truth.

Mrs Daniels was too proper...

He imagined her face dripping with that young mans cum.

Down her chin... maybe into a pearl necklace?

No... Mrs Daniels seem to be too professional.

The blind girl maybe wrong...

For another time. The Pastor had so much to do.

The Pastor was heading the construction of a local park and he had a few phone calls to make.

His office was small... in a dingy corner.

He was the lowest Pastor on the totem pole, but that was okay. He loved being in touch directly with the flock.

As the day slowly runs by... the Pastor gets another Confessional Request for early that afternoon.

Hesitant, the pastor takes a breath.

Sophies confession gave him no sleep... but,

This was his project, his belief.

He accepts the Confessional.

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The confessional booths were on the third floor attic area.

It was a place of privacy. One stair case lead to one booth while there was another stair case to the other.

It seemed all too elaborate for just one confessional?

But it represented privacy... and being in the attic area - it was closer to Goodness.

As the Pastor waited, he heard the familiar tapping... it echoed its way to his booth.

As the other booth door opened and closed, her immediate scent tickled the Pastors nose hairs.

His penis tingled.

It was Sophie again.

"Im... back...sorry."Her voice pumped a magic into his penis. Full erection.

What was wrong with him... the Pastor thought.

He cleared his throat. "Absolutely no need to be sorry. One would be sorry for NOT, wanting to confess."

"Your right Pastor... "She whispers.

Her whisper brought a chill to his shaft.

His pants were looser today.

"Let the truth free you... " The Pastor commanded, with hidden excitement.

"I... I... would like to ask for forgiveness not only for spying on my auntie... but also for being jealous of her..." She sighed. It made her feel better.

The Pastor was curious.

"Jealous? What is this Jealousy of?" Again his voice was deep.

Sophie squirmed on her wooden bench as this day she had on a light material skirt. The vibrations of the Pastors voice, felt... naughty.

"SHE... everyone sees that she is a hard working woman... a leader in the House."

"She does do more than many, I agree..." The Pastor tried not to picture Sophies description of her Aunts night time encounter with young Marcus.

"Well, that next day... after that... that night... she was so happy... so positive... sooo ALIVE." Sophie calmed herself. "I wanted what she had... and wished I was wearing her ankle bracelot, on that bed... with a Marcus- instead of her."

The Pastor was at a loss for words.

For Sophies confessions seemed to have some ring of sex... or smut.

He wasnt use to it.

The most sexual confessions he has had over the past 80 some sessions was --

'I watched porn on my phone... or I had a dream about so and so... '

Nothing so graphic as was coming from this other booth, whenever this innocent looking blind girl was in it!

She was throwing him off.

He stumbled on a few words. "Listen, jealousy can be dealt with by replacing your desire for what you dont have with something you can have."

Shes quiet, but her bench squeeks.

Squeek... squeek...

He wasnt even sure of what he said!

Squeek... squeek

But his desire to know what that squeeking was- overtook him.

He bends down quietly to look in his peep hole.

He sees, her legs spread open having her hands under her skirt. He can see movement...

"Pastor... I... I need to replace what I dont have..."She almost moans.

Red panties. Lacy? No sheer today.

"ARE... YOU OK?" He knows she is not, as he rubs over his hard on.

"Pastor... your voice, your words move me..."She gasps.

Her hand, under her skirt, 'rabbits' about... shes playing with herself, quick and quiet.

Squeek. Squeek. Squeek.

"I have been bad... "She confess. "My Auntie is a good woman..."

"She she is... " The Pastor rubs over his hardon. Still peeping.

Squeek...

"I will be better... your words moooove me."Shes moaning now?

Squuueeek squeek.. .

"I am here to help... but..."He sees her hand come from under her skirt. He sits up...

"I have to go... I will take your advice."

She seems to be getting her things together. "Pastor, you have helped me again... thank you... "

Wait... what did he do?

The Pastor was confused as he hears her door open, and the light tapping of her guide stick.

He opens his door and peeks out, just as she disappears down the stairs.

What advice did he just give?