I giggled, Laura giggled. But I thought, what the hell. I walked over to her and just gave her a quick peck on the lips. Wow. Her lips were soft and s...eet. Three or four more pecks followed. I wanted more. I held my lips to hers hoping to connect our tongues but she said no, saying that type of kissing was reserved for Bob. Fair enough. I went back and sat on the couch, not to push my luck. But my heart was racing, and cock was jumping. After returning back to normal conversation and normal. “At least that’s the theory, anyway,” Claire teased Ben, demonstrating the sharp Xenarian wit.“Worst case scenario, we can always use the Converter-69,” Father Gavin pointed out now.“Yes, this is also true and one never knows when that might come in handy,” I agreed, even as I watched the priest with the two nuns, Sisters Agnes and Charlotte.We were now a rather large and growing host of half-naked folks. Mysteriously, even the ones who hadn’t gone to Chantilly’s Lace still had the same outfit. His hands were shifting rapidly across her torso, tugging at her jacket, twisting her buttons loose and manipulating the catch of her skirt. In seconds she stood in her bra, panties and thigh-high stockings. Leigh Ann twisted in the arms of the kissing man to attend to his partner who had so deftly stripped her. She looked in his eyes dreamily and started tugging at his clothing. “I’ll do it,” he murmured. She grabbed his face and pulled his lips to hers, plunging her tongue deep into his. "You think I don't know a whore when I see one!? Laying there with your filthy legs apart and abusing yourself with a hairbrush!!?"He slapped my face, then backhanded it the other direction, then slapped it again. I saw stars as my head whipped from side to side."You are a worthless whore!!" Then how come you got a hard-on!?" I sobbed.Well, of course I wasn't thinking straight. I mean, my mind was all flustered and dazed from being slapped and the shock and humilation of being caught like that..