'It fears fire.'Kind of an on-the-nose clue, isn't it?"Aw, fuck it."She walked over to the torch and made a grab for it. She meant to pull it out from...its holster, only for the torch and holster to suddenly dip. She could hear a series and gears and other ancient mechanisms cranking and moving behind the stone wall. To her amazement, the stone wall began to split, revealing a secret room.In the room poured small rays of sunlight from little vents near the ceiling. The room was crawling with. Portia was kneeling on a prayer mat her gorgeous ass was pointed directly at me. She looked up startled. She wore a pink hijab and a conservative long sleeve crimson top with conservative black pants. My dick hardens, held at an awkward angle by my cheap boxer briefs. She begins with questions, “Who are you?” and “How did you get in here?” I respond by kicking off my Vans and taking off my faded jeans and camouflage boxer briefs. My ten cm long cock twitching in the air conditioned air. I. Unfortunately it did not lead to some fucking which I really would have liked.A friend and I went to a dive named Pope's Nude Bar in Palm Springs. It is a dark little hole-in-the-wall that costs $20 to get in with no liquor sold or brought in. We were the only guys in there but there were three girls working and they were fine. The club is total nudity and I was entranced by an eighteen year old chick displaying her young pussy and small nubile titties to us. She was not a good dancer and I. I was relieved to see Sister Marcia headed off toward her office and Father Denolia, walking towards the library. Feeling someone looking at me, I turned and saw Lacie coming my direction. "You know, what we saw today, we can never tell anyone, don't you?'', she asserted. "What did we see?", I asked in return. "What we saw today was not only two people fucking, but two people committing sin that they should not even be thinking of doing," she said matter of factly. Following me into the wine.