“It’s okay, Andy,” she added quickly, seeing my confusion. “It’s not a sin to have a wet dream. In fact, wet dreams are God’s way of rel...eving boys from the temptation of masturbation.”It all seems like Irish Catholic mumbo jumbo now. But at the time it put the fear of God in me. I’d never had a problem with any of the ten Commandments before. But this masturbation thing was really tempting. The Devil would do his dirty work in my idle hands. Luckily, Jenny Christie was my Art teacher. Sheri moaned and pulled my head closer while simultaneously grinding her hips. She rubbed her pussy all over my face, leaving her scent and wetness on my skin. I gripped her thighs lessening the motion and resumed control. I spread her lips and sucked her clit into my mouth. Pulling hard and slipping to fingers into her cunt. The pressure from my lips and the penetration of my fingers had her shaking and moaning again. She was panting like she had just run a marathon when I heard a moan from. ” “I was shocked, to be honest. I had no sexual experience at all and it was weird seeing people doing things to each other. The last window was a man sitting at a chair and a woman walking in, removing her skirt and being spanked. Nothing in my experience or knowledge had prepared me for that and it took hold of me. I wanted to be that woman and being smacked hard, pink, red and painful.” She stopped to drink. “I hid my excitement from Rufus and never went out with him again. I never told. Paul really enjoyed himself being there and talking with these people. Family is good he thought and something that he missed. The enjoyment became even better when Dave asked Paul if he golfed. Paul told him did but not that well. Paul did say that he did bring his golf clubs that were in the car. Dave asked Paul if he wanted to play in a foursome that had a ten o’clock tee time tomorrow. Paul looked at Stacy, who nodded her head telling him to do so. The invitation was accepted. It wasn’t.