I kissed her back. She grabbed my hand and pulled up her dress. I needed no more guidance, and I reached down into her panties. I found her panties to...be soaked with her vaginal secretions. I rubbed her clitoris as she squirmed atop me. I then guided a finger into her tight, hairless vagina up to the knuckle. I pulled it out and continued to finger her as she sat on my lap. I pulled my finger out and removed her panties in a swift motion. I de-robed, not wanting to waste any time. In a few more. My parents and I went nearly every Sunday. One Sunday, while I was setting with another group of boys my age in Youth Sunday School, the pastor came in. The Sunday School teacher had apparently known he was going to drop in. The pastor gave us boys a stern warning about the 'sin' of touching ourselves (meaning, masturbation). As young boys, the very mention of such a thing caused an automatic nervous reaction, because, as the pastor obviously suspected (and rightly so) we were doing precisely. That seemed the end of the matter, at least for the time being. The weeks passed and nothing further was said, but neither Joshua nor Lorna forgot Joshua’s statement about how his fellow students would go after Lorna if they saw her. During the day time Lorna continued to look at erotic web sites and masturbate, but now, instead of abstract fantasies when she orgasmed, visions of lusty young students hungering for her began to emerge. The edge of chapel ‘virtue’ still held sway over her to the. I knew now that I was being filmed too and this heightened my erection back to its former state of rock hard. So what was I to do? I turned on the shower, got undressed and tossed the base of my stiff cock to the video camera. Here goes I thought. As soon as the finger appeared back I stepped forward to the hole. The finger went crazy trying to touch me and I allowed it to brush up to my submitting cock. I pushed my raging erect boy cock forward right into the hole to the domain of the next.