Ready for your test. Remember, what ever happens, we will not hold you responsible my key holder told the first woman.He may not think so after we are...though with him, the first woman saidMy wife spoke up. I agree. We agree. Your methods are not what we are used to. None the less. After some thought and some soul searching. I’ve decided, this will be good for our relationship. Good for our marriage.You do know this will hurt him. I’ll do things that may well scare you. Torture is not fun. Not. Your not going out with anyone at the moment are you? she asked. I gave her a puzzled look in return before replying Not if you are offering? which brought a huge cheer from my friends, for my witty response. No..no its not me she replied. Deep groan from my friends. Its my sister, she really fancies you and wants to know if you are interested? Now other than seeing Jo occasionally I didnt really know much about her, her family had moved into the village a couple of years ago and I certainly. My grandmother, a petite lady, who had six children, obviously had a sex life once but she had been a retro-virginal widow for decades.Nor were the nuns of the grade and high schools I attended a source of knowledge; veiled and coifed and draped in yards of black wool serge (before Vatican II) they were medieval in appearance and, many in their thinking as well. They and the Catholic Church made sure that by the time I finished high school I was shot through with scruples and a twisted moral. ‘UNGHHH… AHHHHH… GOD YESSS!’ they screamed in unison, waking a sleeping Hermione up in the process.‘What the fuck is going on!’ Hermione screamed after opening her eyes to see her two roommates grinding their wet pussies up against each other.‘You’re one to talk Hermione, you’re the biggest whore here… You’re probably just mad we didn’t invite you to join in!’ Parvarti said smartly as Hermione jumped off her bed and threw on some clothes. In too much of a hurry to care what she looked like,.