"God, Paul! You're getting me so excited!" She whispered in my ear. "Are you up for another round already?"I continued to nibble at her neck. "I'm in ...o hurry", I said. "I want this to last for a bit"Jane resumed control of our make-out session. She pushed me back against the couch and swung her leg up and over me, straddling my hips. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back as she started to plant little nibbling kisses and bites all around my neck.A bulge grew in my pants and. As well has having fun, I want to do a good job of being a god, although that's a bit tricky given that I can't tell what "good" means on the largest scale. On the smaller scale, things which make more people happy are probably good (once again putting me in opposition to the Christian God). Because I refuse to risk breaking Time I will be actively running many large- and long-term experiments to help me determine what makes the most people happy. I admire the Scientific Method and it's going. I promise. How can you tell? Because it contains humiliating details.I was 22 and a chronic virgin.A mixture of being somewhat timid and overtly religious until that point had prevented me from advancing far with the opposite sex.Of course, being religious didn’t mean I had been a good boy the whole time. I had had my fair share of sexting with strangers I had met in chatrooms, hours of porn surfing under my belt, and many, many more hours spent tugging my cock to the stories on various. Jessica turned around, stroking her cock to a firm erection.My mouth watered. My shorts were now at my knees. My hard cock waived inthe breeze. Sue walked around and sat down on a nearby chair. I startedtowards Jessica, and quickly fell to the ground, tripped up by my pantsand shorts still on my legs.Jessica giggled. Sue laughed.I struggled to remove my pants with dignity. As I was doing so, Jessicasaid "I'm more feminine without an erection. Should I relieve myself, orwould you help me with.