"So what do you think?" she asked Doggett, as they entered the outskirts of Baltimore."I think this whole thing is nuts, Monica. I mean, magic ... medallions? Come on! And that one report of that guy who was going to steal the Shroud of Turin and use it with the medallion to turn himself into Jesus Christ... how can you take that stuff seriously?" Well that was back in the sixties," she said. "The tests hadn't yet been done that proved the Shroud wasn't old enough to have been around in. At the same time my penis has been rubbing up against your clit, and between those sugar outer walls of your vagina extracting your sweet nectar. My curiosity gets the best of me and I must let my fingers do the walking. I release a breast and my hand glides past your navel, through your bush and finally reaches its destination. I roll your clit between my thumb and forefinger as my index finger enters your warm sweet spot and makes a little 360 motion. I extract my finger and must insert it in. “No ma’am, I’m fine… I guess I’m a little sensitive down there,” Jamie replied.“That’s alright,” Julie replied, knowing what he was feeling, and then as she squeezed his cock yet again, she said, “Jamie, your erection is twitching, and your testicles are starting to retract… are you getting ready to ejaculate again?”The teenager knew there was no sense in lying, since it was a very real possibility, so he said, “I’m sorry Dr. Alexander, but I think so… I’m trying to hold it back.”“I understand. Smelling... His putrid... and sour... naked bodyodor... the smells... of dried urine... and stale cum... and niggersweat... all mixed together... and swirling around... your face... andwafting up... into your delicate nostrils... pretending... for Him...and even to yourself... that you're actually enjoying... the horriblestench... from His genitals... and His inner thighs... kissing... andlicking the sweat... from the crease... between His thighs... underneathHis balls... and hairy crotch....