He pondered the second question as he watched her unbuttoning her white blouse and sliding it over her pale shoulders. Was she sunbathing, or about to...go for a swim? He’d heard a lot of rumours about the school. Was it was some kind of bizarre initiation ceremony? Whatever the reason, he wasn’t complaining. He had an excellent view of her through his powerful ex-army binoculars, feeling a warm surge of arousal as he realised she wasn’t wearing a bra under her blouse. She was a pretty young. She coolly told me to unhook it and continue massaging. With shaking hands, I slowly unhooked her bra and started massaging. I kept making circular movements and the edges of my fingers were touching her breasts. She was moaning appreciatively. I thought it needed to stop before I end up doing something bad and removed my hands.She said, "Why don't you massage my chest?" And suddenly turned up. Her bra wasn't doing a good job to cover her breasts and I could see most of them. My adrenaline. You have a girlfriend. She's welcome to stay in your room, your bed is big enough." She glanced at me while she drove. "Or was I wrong in assuming you've slept together?" No, though you would've been about two weeks ago," I admitted with a grin."Were you her first as well?" she asked."Yes." Have you done it since the first time?"I just laughed. "Let's just say I'm lucky I passed finals, with all those 'study breaks' we kept taking."She laughed and said, "OK, you did it for the first time two. ”“It’s really strange because you simply dismiss as unimportant questions I hear people argue about all the time. And your answers are so simple.”“Not mine,” I said gently. “Two thousand years’ worth of worship has provided those answers. To admit one cannot know the mysteries of God is true humility, according to any number of Church Fathers. Disputation does not save anyone; worship and witness do.”“Somebody tell the preacher on campus. And a host of others I’ve run into.”“I’ll leave that to.