I could clean up for you.”“I don’t mind. In fact, I like you exactly the way you are covered in our juices of love. If you want to be cleaned I ...an do it for you.”“Will I get a washcloth?”“I didn’t mean that way.” I held her hips and slid her up along my body. “Hold onto the headboard.”“Oh shit, you’re going to lick me. Marg told me that you did that for her after Ian had fucked her. The thought of it really turned me on. I went into my bedroom after she told me and masturbated. I never thought. I hadn't had any contact since then. I stopped and sat down on the porch to work this out in my own mind.Thinking about it from that angle, everything that had happened didn't make any sense to me at all. Why did the church come after me after all these years? What were they looking for in our files, and why, after all this time, were they pushing so much? There had to be a reason, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out what it would be. I was as puzzled now as I was when all this. We watched a movie and a half on my mothers laptop until that died. Upon the laptop dying, Christina suggested that we go to bed, and I agreed. I walked up to my room, opened the door, and said, Hell no. It was far too cold in there for anyone to sleep. I asked my mother if I could sleep on the pull out bed that was in the couch since there was a fireplace in that room, and mine was far too cold. She said that I could and Christina asked me if she could say with me since her room was cold too.. She explained that she had been sexually active as a student and in her twenties but her career and other factors allowed little scope for a permanent relationship and after a one night holiday fling 12 years ago when she was slightly taken off guard by a direct sexual request to take her to her room and have sex from a young man she had been celibate.She had however felt frequently aroused and to calm her at these times she masturbated sometimes for long periods and readily achieved repeated.