I looked. Sure enough, there must have been dozens of tiny scratches from just below my knees, to the tops of my shoes. I realized then that I had sho...tened my shield so I could walk without interference. I sat on a chair so Anna could check them out.Sandy returned with my coffee, having removed her clothes. "Sandy, would you bring the first aid kit?" Anna asked her half-sister. Then she told me to remove my clothes, while she removed the shorts and shirt she had worn to the checkpoint. We were. You're just a bag o' bones."He pulled off his shirt to reveal his small, compact body. The prominent ropes in his arms were twitching, as if eager to begin punishing me.There was a loud slapping noise as our bare torsos collided. I immediately felt the heat of his body seeping into my own. We spun around like dancers until I felt my feet leave the ground. I was propelled through the air and landed on the grass with a thud.I was on my side. My arms were immobilized, pinned behind me. No matter what she was doing, the same thoughts and mental pictures kept running through her mind making her, like me, unable to concentrate on mundane things. There was still guilt there – sin, infidelity, immorality, adultery – that my acceptance of her moral lapse didn’t wipe away. Oddly enough, as she admitted, one thing that still plagued her was the relatively insignificant fact that he had seen her naked! That violation of her modesty really upset her and neither she nor I really knew. Really, I felt pleasure andexcitement all over. It crossed my mind that I didn't miss my penis andI really didn't need one to feel that same wonderful excitement. Simplytaking him in my hands felt nearly as good as stroking my own had. No,it actually felt better because I was making him feel good too.He was definitely aroused and I found I was letting go too. Like I saidbefore, I had control over my sexual response and at that moment I feltlike it was finally time to let it go.I wanted to.