There were whispered rumors of fights between couples over too much time with the new neighbors. Unfortunately, no one knew anything for sure, just th...t two couples had moved away and two others had stopped spending as much time with the rest of us.All of this happened slowly, which kept people like me from getting too upset. It reminded me of the anecdote about the frog in the water. If you put a frog in boiling water, he'll hop out. If you put him in cool water, but slowly turn up the heat,. Tu khud itna jawan ho gya hai ye sab control hota hai kya mom ne mere pent par hath rakha. Mera penis aur tight hone laga. Vo boli ye karne me kuch bura nahi hai ye sab jaroori hai. Mom boli main aati hai 10 min me vo bahar gayi aur thodi der me aayi room lock kar diya andar se. aur boli jaldi se pent kholo main thoda sa sarma raha tha . mom sidha mera lund pakda aur bola oh my god tera hathiyar to kafi bada hai kya karta hai aisa. main kaha mom ye kya hai . vo boli tu itna sidha hota to tera. More gel is dripped on me, and I can feel a trickle running down, closer and closer. His hands go to work on my hips and lower pelvis, when I feel his hand sliding purposefully after the trickle... and he glides just over and above my clit.I shudder. Having been teased with the trickle, his hand in pursuit of it and then being denied is torture! If it wasn't for that hint of slick gel touching my clit, it would have been an utter and complete tease. I let out an exasperated gasp and my toes. Maybe the Lord did send me. I didn’t know why I changed.Science really couldn’t explain my futa-cock, but God, at least the Christian God, didn’t feel right. He was such a downer on sex, and I was the exact opposite. I’d think maybe the Devil sent me, but the Mother Superior brandishing her crucifix at me did nothing.No, no, I wasn’t supernatural. I was hanging out with these religious people too much. Their ideas were seeping into my mind. Just because science couldn’t explain something yet,.