She looked so fuckin' hot and I could tell she was real into me right. So I'm takin her home and I decided to stop at that lookout over the cliffs. We...start makin' out like crazy. I'm tellin' you guys, those tits are amazing!" He made hand gestures indicating a set of breasts at least twice as large as Karen's, but Russell and Eric ooed and awed nonetheless."So we're makin' out right. Well I start movin' down to the promised land, and the bitch starts playin' hard to get. Sayin' she wasn't. Despite myself I felt a shiver of excitement deep in my belly. "You can say no, and I won't be mad," she promised. "Or... we can try... stuff and then never talk about it again. It would be just one time." The hope in her voice almost killed me. My best friend was asking me for something that only I could give her, which she trusted only me with. How could I deny her that? What sort of a friend would I be if I couldn't give her the one thing she really wanted?"I don't expect anything to happen. ”As if by providence, another knock came at the door. I unzipped my hoodie, before opening it.“Ma’am, we come bearing a candy-gram from your husband,” said the delivery man, holding a massive teddy bear and three boxes of chocolates. “He says that he’s bear-y sorry that he can’t be here, but something came up at work. He also asked us to cheer you up with a song.”The second gentleman pulled out a harmonica and followed it with one pitch-perfect note, before having the door slammed in his. ”“He’s not with me just now. He is nervous and shy and I want to talk with you before he joins us.”“Okay. Tell me how he has sinned.”“He...He’s been having...He’s been having lustful thoughts.”“I see. What kind of thoughts, my daughter?”“About---” She stopped and sighed. “Father, this must all be confidential.”“Yes miss, confessions are confidential.”“My son...he’s...he’s been having lustful thoughts...about...men.”“Ah. Well, we hear a lot of that here. Please tell me what kind of lustful.