It was a pale blue nearly white, billowing around her softly as if from a breeze. But there was no breeze. ‘Follow the path. When you come to the f...rk, go left.’ And with that she turned and ran down the path that had mysteriously appeared. It wasn’t there the night before. ‘Wait!’ He called, chasing after her. ‘Regan, wait!’ he darted through the trees and bushes, following the small blue cloud he could see of her dress. ‘Cien,’ she whispered into his head. ‘Wait for me, Regan!’ He shouted. I told you he would if you let him. He will enjoy the extra pussies Im sure, I replied. Have you got Jim to go down on you yet? Haven't tried, that's why I need another day. I was umm rather busy last night and I was enjoying the depth of the situation. The girth to I imagine was her response. I giggled. Ok we will be watching let's say 10 sharp, ok? Sounds good, hope he remembers he asked for this was her last response. I didn't dress but wandered around all morning in the nude. When Jim. But the point of this isn't to argue religion. It is to say that, under the right circumstances, Church can be a place of refuge from a world that judges you pretty much constantly, and is always trying to get something from you, or make you behave in certain ways. In Church, it might be possible to sit and soak in the idea that somebody loves you, regardless of your past.The purpose of Church isn't for the nice folks to go to and parade around, all proud of how good they are. It's there for. Then I went right to the bathroom and the shower. It was wonderful. Alarge, walk in shower with a bunch of spray heads shooting hot water from everydirection. As I stood there soaking up the wet and the warmth I felt a strongset of hands on my shoulders.Mark had a soapy sponge and was rubbing my back, shoulders, and it was sowonderful to be back in the arms of the man I love. Mark and I both have acraving for kinky sex but at the same time we both need and crave the love wehave for each other..