We were both completely naked and about to be grinded together. She took both members in her hands and forcefully pressed them together. Fidgeting, ...e tried not to, but we couldn't help but allow whispering moans slip past out lips. Trying to keep calm as she took it a step further and brushed our shafts and heads together, I took deep breathes and tried not to let the astonishing feeling get to me, at least more that what had already gotten to me. I knew I wouldn't have much luck keeping. SHE ASKED ME ‘DO YOU HAVE A GF?’ BUT I ASKED HER ‘WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW THIS’. SHE TOLD ‘JUST GENERALLY’ AND I REPLIED ‘YES I DO’. SHE THEN ASKED ‘HAVE YOU KISSED HER?’ I REPLIED ‘YES BUT WHY ARE YOU ASKING ALL THIS?’ SHE REPLIED ‘JUST GENERALLY’. HER NEXT QUESTION SURPRISED ME ‘HAVE YOU FUCKED HER YET?’ I REPLIED ‘YES I HAVE FUCKED HER TWICE.’ SHE THEN CAME NEAR ME AND SAID ‘YOU’RE GF IS LUCKY ONE’ I ASKED ‘WHY SO’ SHE SAID ‘SHE HAS A BF WITH HUGE DICK’ I WAS SHOCKED AFTER HEARING THIS AND. Her first instinct was to rush through the shower and then descend upon her cache of sex toys in her night stand, but she was deterred by the sudden realization that she was out of batteries as her unrelenting sexual hunger especially in the past week had seen her killing all the batteries in her various toys. “Mmmmm…” she moaned softly as her soapy hand again brushed over her erect nipples and then she decided to go with the flow of her body’s urgent need. Her right hand travelled south to her. Donkeys don’t talk, obviously, but that one did because God had a reason for him to speak. The donkey was a tool in God’s hand. Do you remember Belshazzar’s feast, a hand appeared and wrote letters on a wall. The hand wasn’t connected to a visible arm. That hand was a tool in God’s hand. Remember that the Lord Himself said that if the crowds didn’t shout hosannah that the very rocks would cry out. Those stones would have been tools in God’s hand. Of course you remember the resurrection. A body.