It was very difficult for a convent-educated girl like me to accept this earthy law at first. The nuns hadn't told us anything about sex, and had warn...d us of the hazards of "self abuse": touching ourselves was a sin. I can recall being aroused in the past, usually by Catholic imagery in the convent chapel. I'd get aroused in prayer, contemplating what Jesus had done for me, and I now realise that this was akin to cumming, because I would sometimes find my panties strangely wet afterwards. But. This was such a time.“Damn you, I’m not going to stand for this.”Anything else she might have uttered then died in her throat as the figure raised its hand towards the sky. It was a rapid, awkward motion as though made by remote control. It was enough. She dressed hurriedly and descended the stairs; picking up the house keys from the table and the old bayonet from its hiding place in the kitchen. Stealthily she opened the front door and closed it behind her, locked it and firmly grasped the. I had been drinking since five to calm my nerves and was feeling really good. My husband Matt had not been drinking due to needing to drive so he was more interested in having some beverages and so was Cora. Mark, on the other hand, had gotten off work early and had some drinks so he was willing to join me.The pool was packed. In fact, you almost couldn't turn around without bumping into each other. Everyone was friendly and didn't seem to mind being touched by barely covered strangers. All. .the tickets! OH , shit man I thank you very much. Just then my wife came in wearing a pair of terry cloth white shorts and a white wife beater. Her tan legs looked so hot next to that white. I looked at her and said, so what where you doing in the bathroom for an hour? She smiled and said I was taking a shower when some one stuck a dick in my face....so one thing lead to another and I got my pussy tore up. My head perked up..I said really? She knew what I was doing, calm down horn dog. I.