Indeed, now she lived hundreds of miles from her home, the grip of her faith was steadily weakening. She even wondered whether hawking copies of The W...tchtower and the drawn-out doorstep debates were really the proof of faith that guaranteed her a future seat in paradise.However, Judith was as frightened of revealing herself as an agnostic almost as much as she was of bringing to life her alter ego, Superslut. She feared her mother's reaction. She was frightened of the disgrace of disfellowship. She was tight. It felt like she was trying to push me back out or break me off. I feel her hips moving. The smooth muscle of her ass surrounding my cock. I push a little further till I’m about halfway in and wait for her ass to relax and release me. She takes a couple breaths and I can feel her ass starting to open a little, my cock throbbing. I pull back and start to thrust, small short strokes. It starts to get easier to push into her, I thrust longer trying to bury my cock all the way in her. “Now spurt in her, Becky,” ordered the professor. Valarie leaned forward in her chair, staring at a monitor not at me. “And remember to pull out.”I shuddered, trying to will myself to cum. I was on the edge anyways. Pussy was pussy, and Cherri had a tight cunt. She knew how to work her muscles, her silky walls squeezing and relaxing about me as I plowed into her with such power. I buried into her again and again. My tits heaved. My hair danced about my shoulders.I shuddered and then my cum. I reluctantly allowed my fingertips to touch the soft and silky fabric. It felt fantastic and I instantly had the thought that I wanted to try the pantyhose on. However, I was reluctant to do so because I had been given a lot of grief over having been caught with Mom’s discarded pantyhose. I carefully felt the fabric again. I quickly came to the conclusion that never before did Mom have pantyhose that were so sheer. I glanced in the wastebasket and saw the discarded pantyhose packet. The.