” I did as he said to do. He poured the oil all over my firm breasts. He kneaded each one. He played with my nipple of the one breast and then went...to the next breast and did the same thing. He squeezed the oil onto my stomach. His hands worked gently in my stomach region. He was rubbing and it felt so good. Then he squirted the oil on my thighs and calves. His strong hands working them. He then poured the oil onto my bald pussy. He worked his fingers all along my folds of my pussy. Gently. I have felt so bad since that afternoon that I haven't been able to work effectively. I really like you Charlie. If you are good enough to do that, to forgive me, I promise to make it up to you." I looked at her. Hell, I thought, she's a human being; she makes mistakes too. I could list more than a few of my own for damn sure. My problem was that I knew that I really wasn't in her league. If I did go out with her again, sooner or later, as sure as the sun rose in the east, we'd come up against. The bulk of my close retinue were either clerics of dedicated fighting orders sworn to ultimate loyalty to the Pope or fallen away nuns with years of pious denial in their history and now willing vessels of physical pleasure with chains of guilt surrounding their souls for every sin committed in the name of humanity.I had reached a point of complete immersion in the images of heads stricken from torsos and defeated enemies tossed into the fires of destruction like logs to fuel the winds of war.. You know, that's the first orgasm I've ever had that I didn't give myself!" I figured," I laughed."You know, I kinda figured I wouldn't have an orgasm with you at least until my pants were off!"We joked a bit, and then she got serious. "Rob, do you want to sleep with me?"Honesty is the best policy, right? "Well, of course I do," I said."Of course you do," she echoed. "Then again, most boys will sleep with any willing girl," she said, though with a little chuckle."I used to be that way," I.