I just thought to myself, “God will forgive me! He forgives all sins! All sins? Hey this is great! We can fool around all we want too then ask for h...s forgiveness and it’s granted! Okay then!” I had to wipe the smile off my face because the teacher was giving me the evil eye.As I continued thinking I realized that it was like getting one of mom’s ‘Get out of jail free’ cards. She has this way of rewarding me when I do something extra special and then when I screw up real bad I can just turn one. She felt fingers without weight or substance caress her thigh, upward and inward. She lifted her hips a little to accommodate and she felt fingers on her secret flower. It was a cold feeling without any real pleasure, but gave her a little thrill, the thrill of letting a dead man touch her where father said no man should be allowed to touch. . . . old enough to marry . . . and you have no lovers but me . . . you deserve love at your age . . . “If a real man wooed me, I wouldn’t waste my time. After thinking all kinds of thoughts about Shelly, I drifted off to sleep. In the middle of the night I was awakened by some noise. As I looked up I saw Shelly climbing into my bed.She had on some panties and a white tee shirt with no bra. Her tits were young, firm perfect "B"cups.I asked what she was doing and she said she thought that I was cute and wanted to check me out. Passion was not a term I would call it, but I clumsily grasped at her shirt and pulled out one of her perfect tits and. I started to stand when I literally saw stars, I remember stumbling forward and trying to grab on to the book caddy, then it all went black. I came around to the sense of a painful insertion in my anal orifice, I tried to yell, my mouth was stuffed with my underwear. I tried to move my hands, they were tied to the sides of the fallen book caddy. My feet were anchored to the book shelves that stretched forever down each side of my helpless prostrate body. The pain in my butt was getting.