" Well, if there is a point, father, I rather wish you would bring yourself to it." Very well then. This young lady of yours, who is she? Do you know ...er people?" No, father, I don't know her people. And that doesn't matter to me in the slightest. I do know her father owns his own farm in Wales but, even if he were a chimneysweep, I shouldn't care. I think I love her, father and I have some hopes she may come to love me." But you hardly know her, boy! And you must also bear in mind that you. 2000 How are u Ogre? First I need to tell I wrote the following text some hours ago but had no time to send it earlier. Thx for your kind mail. I dunno if it really matters who has sex with me as long as it is somehow related to our family. I told you I can compare between sex and love and I feel sure that I really love my parents and also will love my future husband and that the sex now is just for fun. I don’t think I will do it forever like now but it is new and I guess when I first had sex. She knew it was wrong, very wrong, to be looking at Peter’s prick like this. She glanced around, terrified in case someone was watching them. But she knew the other nuns would be otherwise occupied at this time, and only she was supposed to be here. But she couldn’t help looking back, fascinated despite herself.“Please, Sister, just this once.”Abigail considered the matter. Mother Clare had emphasised that it was her job to look after Peter while he was in the convent’s care, and if rubbing his. “Ha! Ha!” he laughed. “And you too Amy!” as he observed the expression on her face. “OK. I knew you would react like this, but that’s natural. But I tell you you’ll love doing this. Lots of girls I know can’t get enough of it, they just love swallowing it. Go on try some more. I’ll bet you start to love it the more you try.” With a little hesitation both Amy and I dipped our fingers into the creamy puddle and tried to scoop up some more but each time it slithered back down into her.