.. I lie back and close my eyes. I am careful to keep my kneestogether and luckily my skirt is long and tight enough to make sure thereis no premature...flashing. We chat, I ask Scott if he has ever taken acourse in reflexology because he is certainly doing something magical tomy feet. Shivers and trembles run up and down my body and I feel so warmand relaxed... it's like I'm floating.Somehow, without me noticing, in the last few minutes Scott has managedto start the CD. And they say men can't. Carl is an exhibitionist and would often work shirtless. He insisted I did the same and we enjoyed exposing ourselves in this way. He got me cargo shorts to wear and boots. He always wore trousers though the kind with lots of pockets. Quite often we would tease each others nipples while the other was busy doing something. One day Carl did this to me whilst I was taking off some kitchen doors. He came from behind and twisted both my nipples between his thumb and forefinger whilst kissing my neck. ’ ‘You wonderful man,’ he gushed, interrupting me as he quickly slithered up my body to kiss me. ‘But you never let me finish,’ I managed to get out by breaking off the kiss. ‘Yes, I’ll fuck you as you want me to, but don’t think that I will have you do the same to me.’ ‘That’s a pity with what you would be missing,’ he said with a pout, ‘but maybe a kiss like I do every night to your picture?’ ‘We’ll see,’ I said, putting off the answer but then wondering what it would be like it my kissing. ”“If I have to do that, then I think it almost has to be the Christian God. I really don’t know any other gods, except the Greek, Roman, and Norse gods, and they seem a bit silly.”“Sillier than a man born of a virgin who dies and rises from the dead? Sillier than insisting that three gods are really only one god? Sillier than going into a little box to confess your sins to a human being who claims to be able to forgive those sins if you say a couple of prayers? Sillier than thinking a piece of.