When I went home and mother told me that the bible says my body is for my husband's pleasure and his body is for my pleasure everything changed.I woul... read and read dirty stories, watch movies, masturbate during the day, meeting you every day so you could teach me more and help train my body so Peter could face fuck me and fuck me in my ass. I got a thrill coming over to your house after Peter dropped me off at night, and I still had his sperm in my ass when you face fucked me and then you. Kathy kissed my check and nodded towards Bobbie. I took the hint and kissed the top of Bobbie's head, caressing her check with my hand. She gave a startled "oh!" and looked up to kiss me on the lips. It wasn't much of a kiss but her inexperience was endearing. She looked at her mom with some confusion. "It's all right dear. Glenn knows how to share his love for me. If you want, he can share it with you too". Bobbie didn't say anything. She just threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. The bulk of our gifts were slips of pasteboard, representing nine days in Melbourne next November. I'd begun reading Das Rheingold on the airplane. Rachel read Chandler's Semiotics: The Basics.There was a mound of mail awaiting us, but nothing for me from the Law School. Of course, it wasn't the New Year yet. We put our stuff away, opened all the windows to air things out, and went to buy food supplies. When we returned, I let Rachel stow things and I sat down with the mail.I did a quick sort. ..envy(?) to it.But she went on. "I saw that young black guy the other day, Several blocks from here. You know just where I saw him?" Where?" I replied. Intrigued."He was going into Cheryl and Doug's house." Cheryl and Doug's? I don't who that is." Yes you do," my wife snapped. "Cheryl and Doug are that missionary couple we talked to a couple of months ago at the neighborhood citizen's association." Oh yes," I replied, suddenly recalling that conversation. "Them. Weren't they the ones who'd.