Some brown, some pink, some yellow, but many,many black cocks. They were of all shapes and sizes – big with mushroomheads, really fat ones with ...rinkly tips, long andthin, some bent like an oversized banana, some cleancut and standing proud like royalty, some floppy likedrooping dahlias… and the aromas! The smells of cockcheese, smegma, piss, stale sweat, dried cum, it washanging all around me in the toilet. My head waschurning with the old desire to see myself depraved onmy knees. They're incredibly sensitive when I'm aroused. "I see you like titties, Ted. Do you like pussy too? Is mine pretty? I keep it waxed for myself. But I bet you like a clean pussy too, don't you Ted? You can touch it. Go ahead, touch me, sweetie." His hands reached out and began touching my pussy. His thumb rubbed my clit. I wondered if he'd done this before. Maybe he'd just watched porn films. His other hand was putting a finger in my slit. It was so wet and his fingers just slipped right in and. " You're kidding. She didn't." Yes she did. She even called it a 'wedding present of sorts'." I can't believe it. She must be in a mischievous mood today." So that's normal for your Aunt Molly?" Oh yeah. Don't worry about it. She just wanted to see your reaction. Nothing will come of it."I was wrong. Something did come of it.The next Monday, when I came home from a very rainy game of golf, Kelly was waiting at the kitchen table with a girl I'd never met. Kelly rose to greet me at the door."She. Her Postulant replied with a ‘Yes, Sister.’It wasn’t long before a trickle of water ran down the path under the horses. The lightning eased in its frequency as the storm approached in earnest, seeming to disappear entirely once the center was over us. The downpour chilled me and glancing at the girls they looked worse than even I felt. This had to be one of the first winter storms even though it was early fall. What made it worse, was that the storm seemed to stall its passing once it.