He was so enjoying my worn panties, he made a sort of growling sound. His hand disappeared into his pants.I lifted my skirt a little and felt how the ...anties that I now wore became wetter.I pulled it aside and started rubbing my clit with my middle finger.This gave me so much pleasure that I gave a little moan.I was so absorbed in my own pleasure that I did not notice that the door of the laundry room was open.when I opened my eyes, the man stood in the opening of the door.he smiled while I was. His body pounding into my own. I feel his body stiffen and collapse upon mine. Yet my desire is not satisfied. As he moves as if to roll off me I move with him until it is my body that presses into his. I let the ends of my wet hair tickle the rough stubble of his face. As once again I begin to caress his ear with my tongue I hear his sharp intake of breath and I move to impart to him the sweetest and most gentle of kisses. Slowly I move down his body, kissing his wet skin as my own slides. You're doing what God wants you to do, and you're trying very hard to please me and to improve your understanding of how He really wants people to be, rather than what the church has been brainwashing people about for hundreds of years, so I'm sure He's very happy with you. He'll be doubly happy because He can see how happy you are."It was a joy to sense her joy. Nevaeh's understanding of God had been turned in its head, and years of repression and fear were being replaced by relief and. I would wiggle and squirm helplessly while he teased me with little whispered insults. He would ask me if it was tight enough. "No?" he'd say, "Here, have some more." It was a game in which we each played a role. Afterward we would give each other pleasure. I liked it lying down so I could fondle the muscles in his arms. He liked it standing up with me on my knees, probably because it mirrored our relationship. One afternoon I was on my knees on the basement floor. He was kneeling behind me.