The skirt swished as the thigh withdrew.“You can peek at my panties.”Frank's penis grew rock hard. He uncomfortably shifted his legs underneath hi... thin business pants, wondering if they could keep his arousal toward this dirty conversation concealed. He changed his expression to a seriously fatherly look.“No, thank you,” he simply answered.She simply responded to him with her crooked smile, then shrugged her shoulders, touching her fingertips to the sides of her pleated skirt.He began. "My life is perfect! Nothing bad ever happens to me - just to those around me - and I can't seem to do enough to help any of them." So you feel guilty because their lives are not as fulfilled as yours, is that it? Sounds like a lot of wasteful guilt to me, Brenda, and any self-inflicted negativity - and this includes guilt - is, by its very nature, a sin." You're probably right," Brenda agreed, starting to feel a little better. "I think I need a session, Reverend Paine." I think a session might. What on earth am I doing this for? she asked herself. I’m going to bed; I’m not going to be fucked!When she used up all the musk oil she had been able to find, the bath water was cooling off. Climbing out of the tub, she blotted her body dry, but then put more musk oil on her tits and in her slit and cunt. Then, even though she had carefully examined her body just a few hours earlier, she repeated the process, again finding a couple of stray hairs to pluck from her crotch.Finishing her toilet,. By the time we reached our fifth margarita, we were talking outwardly about sex and sexual fantasies.Margaret took a long gulp to finish off her drink, leaned in and asked, "What is the most memorable thing that ever happened to you, in terms of sex?" Her eyes seemed to glow with curiosity.It was my turn to polish off my drink in one, large swallow. I leaned into the table, in an effort not to be heard by the other diners around us, and explained that when I was in my senior year of High.