Sister Marilyn and I, Sister Joan, are canvassing the neighborhood, spreading the word of God. Do you have a moment to speak with us?" Sure, come on i... and have a seat." I'm sorry, we are not supposed to enter people's homes." Suit yourself," and I began to close the door."Wait!" and they both shuffled past me, their young bodies grazing me as they did and I shut the door, they stood somewhat nervously, clutching their bibles close to them."You girls look warm, why don't you take your jackets. Her breasts were taut not huge but full and firm. Her areolae were the size of half-dollars and her nipples were erect and at attention. One hand made its way up over her thigh and hip, then her belly. Lightly rubbing along the way until resting at it destination, her supple breast. She was tense. No one had ever touched her like this. She was ticklish but she refrained from flinching. When he turned his head and softly kissed her inner thigh she couldn’t hold back. She trembled as he gently. She put her hands around my waist and tried to hold me steady as we made our way toward the door.Outside the clamor of village life, children playing, and the smells of food being prepared, assaulted my senses. I looked about hoping to recognize any signs that there existed communication with the outside world. Two things hit me like a hammer blow. The first was, there seemed to be no refined metal in evidence. No pots, pans, knives, belt buckles, and no wire anywhere. The second was the ratio. It was late March and the weather was quite blustery with rain showers. I was in a book store, looking at magazines in the flight section. I happened to look up and saw her walking past the store entrance. Again, it was such a short look ... less than a second ... but I was sure it was the same woman. I dropped the magazine and hurried out of the store. The mall wasn't as full as it had been at Christmas, but it was Saturday and there was a good crowd doing their usual weekend shopping. I took.