“Hi,” he murmured, then kissed her tenderly and then kissed her again.“You really have missed me, haven’t you?” She said breathlessly.“Mor... than you’ll ever know,” looking into her eyes.“Oh Bobby if only you knew how much I love you, it frightens me some times. The thought that I had lost you just about drove me insane.” She pulled a newspaper from under her coat, “Here you can read this at home, they’ve printed the confession,” she said handing him a newspaper.“Come on then let’s go home,” he. A tramp stamp of a winged heart decorated her lower back."Such a sinful, wanton child," growled Father Augustine. "You came into a house of God dressed like a slut." I am so sinful," Mary moaned as she wiggled her hip. "Give me penance, Father. I need it. I need your strong hand to keep me from sin."Father Augustine flipped up her skirt. She wore a pair of pink panties, the legbands and waistband frilled with lace. The skimpy cloth was cut high in the back, revealing the bottom halves of her. She would download pictures of White men penetrating Black women and masturbate while her mind unwittingly replayed the events of a few nights before, or she would log onto websites featuring stories of interracial encounters, stimulating herself to orgasm as she imagined herself as one of the characters.But within a few days, the stories and pictures were not enough and her longing returned. She tried busying herself with housework and even volunteered for some charity work at the hospital,. ’t Is net niet en toch wel op je meest gevoelige plekje. Al heb je zin in stevigs. Liefst paal. En diep. Maar dat stond niet op hun menu. Je eigen verlangen moet even wachten. Je bent een borrelhapje. Noem het een borrellikje. Gretig likken. Dat is wat hij doet. Hij neukt je kut met zijn tong. Glijdt tussen je billen. Likt je lippen uit elkaar. Draait cirkels rond het puntje van je knopje. Duwt weer zijn vingers bij je binnen. Eerst ééntje, dan twee. Vingert je. Diep. En likt je terwijl. Zijn.