She was really sly about that, really casual. I didn't think anything of it. I did think it was strange that Kira called me, considering that I hardly...knew her, but she totally explained it away."Well we're definitely friends now. We've been naked around each other," she said, and smiled sheepishly. "And that's more than I can say for most of my other friends."I just kind of laughed awkwardly and nodded to that. All I wanted to do was complain about Rebecca, really, and she was as good a person. She looks at her computer with a longing gaze and wishes it would turn into her handsome knight in shinning armor. She sits comfortably in her chair and clicks on her browser, as so she could enter into a world of make believe. Before entering this world she prays yet another prayer for some relief to her growing ache inside... She begins to undo her blouse while waiting for her world to load.Here she is again, in a room full of unexpected yet somehow knowing delights. She scans the room for. ’ Greg must have agreed, because the man scooted onto the bed next to her head on his knees, taking his cock out in front of her mouth. As he got closer, all Kim could see is the man’s strong thighs and his clean-shaven member. She’d never touched another man even remotely sexually ever since she and Greg had started dating, years ago. She wanted to look at Greg while she asked him again if this is what he truly wanted, but he only patted her thigh. The man’s cock was stretched toward her, and. The organ music was heavy with beauty and power, stirring the soul. The sculpture of Jesus behind the altar reminded her of the William Bouguereau paintings she had seen at the Essex Art Museum last Sunday with Uncle Walt. It was The Flagellation of Our Lord Jesus Christ – in the painting he was chained to a column and being whipped, punished for the sins of the world. He watched her as she bowed her head for the closing benedictions. The girl was like an angel dressed in white. She was wearing.