The heat swept through my body. I bit my lower lip, whimpering. His touch wasn't ticklish like it normally would be. It was so hot. He found my skirt,...dipping into the waistband. Elastic held it on. He pulled it off of me, I shuddered, squeezing my legs together and thrusting them up in the air as he tugged off the skirt. I was down to my white panties, bra, and ankle socks. My heart beat faster, pumping heat through my veins. I breathed so hard as he stared down at me. I bit my lip, wondering. ..it was a Sunday morning and they used to go most Sundays. I was fairly surprised given that they were both completely debauched, but hey, everyone has a darker side."Sure, I'd love to Debs"...."great, we'll be leaving around 10.30 for the 11 o clock service, have some breakfast, take a shower and we'll make our way down"..."you not coming Tony?", I said..."no I have to meet a friend in town and can't make it" Oh OK" I said, feeling quite pleased that I'd be alone with Debbie for a. .. actually ... easy to do. This sort of casual ... intimacy has me just ... enjoying my good friends, all of whom happen to be pretty girls. Well, I admit to another reaction, but that reaction isn’t as strong as the feeling that I’m so happy that I worked out of much of my shyness with girls so I can have ... this. Dealing with all the touching yesterday was more difficult, but I’m certain I could do it again and not have problem with control, not that I’m advocating for that to happen again.. Four rings later, the answering machine picked up. ‘What can I say? Who would hear this?’ Sam hung up before the beep. He looked at the clock and read 3:00 p.m. ‘I have time.’ Sam grabbed the directory, jumped in his truck, and sped the twenty miles to the city. On the way, his fingers would drift up, and he’d enjoy a sniff of Sherry’s sweet residue, to indulge the memory. Stopping at a new florist shop, he asked the clerk to help design a simple arrangement of Forget-me-nots and roses. On.