Of course with no-one to teach these poor husbands, they were rather inept lovers, so it wasn't difficult to suppress any good feelings. Oh, sure, som... people do seem to still like sex, ('Look, just like honeymooners... ') and it's Ok to giggle about it, but you wouldn't ever give in to any baser urges...And then there are those very few of us who, for some reason or another, have rejected that paternalistic religious power trip.In my case, it happened on a trip to Jamaica, on my honeymoon.. It was at the moment when she had lowered her head to her desk and was none-too-gently banging her cranium on the surface that HE walked in. He had a low chuckle in his throat when he asked, "Is this some form of self-torture or is it slow suicide?"She raised her aching head and tossed her blond hair back to see Alexander standing in the doorway with an amused smile on his sensual lips. The smile faded and was replaced by concern as he caught sight of her tired eyes. She must have looked like. I watched her as she swirled that tongue around her mouth. It was as if I could see her categorizing the flavors, each one into their little pigeon hole.She slid back up and, "That's not that bad." And she kissed me, I kissed back and now we were pretty easy with the necking, but it was a little creepy grabbing those dinky little tits, I went for her cunt. I actually felt her flinch?, jump?, jerk? As I slid my hand down her belly. Once I got a finger on her slit she stopped moving. Resigned to. Violet is upset over last night. She had been prepared for it, told what was going to happen, but the reality of it all was too much. She had enjoyed learning about sex, having it with her teachers, and especially with Missy. But at the ritual it all seemed so dirty, so may people using her, doing whatever they wanted with her body. She was no more than an object, a sex toy, a collection of holes to be filled. She cursed the fates that have made her different for ordinary girls. It was a .