Those she pulls and twists, moving hard over the sole and between each toe. It's at this point that I notice I am getting embarrassingly wet; it's not...so much the juices pulsing out of me as it is the thick, musky scent wafting over my nose. I cringe inwardly; if I can smell it, I've no doubt Jennifer can as well...and I wonder what she must think of me. The sheer, wanton joy of this massage is arousing me in a non-sexual, but very intense way. I sigh silently, and think, "Well, nothing to be. After looking at his cock for moments, she finally asked if he was in any pain or discomfort. He replied that he was feeling very stiff, which he emphasized by looking down at his cock.She got a motherly look on her face, like when he was young and would get a boo-boo, and she would offer to kiss it and make it all better. She did offer to examine it to see if there was any residual injury. He could see her hand slightly trembling as she reached over and grasped his cock. Oh, God! His mother. . and there are many others. What is truly wonderful is that men can pleasure women in many ways as well. It is like a well that never runs dry. I had thought I would remain aloof, Brother David, but Sister Rebecca sapped my will power. All day long she has gone around with an insufferable grin of happiness. I remember my own expressions of joy and ... here I am."As for my sisters, the rules are different for a Father of the Faith. My status is an unmarried Maiden of the Faith ... we can sleep. Squeezing them he spread them apart and back together. He asked has anyone played with your butt before. Looking up I said, that's dirty. Laughing he said not if it's done right. After thinking about it I asked what's the right way. He said turn around and back up. Turning, I moved back as far as I could go. He spread my butt cheeks apart and wet his finger. I gasped as he slid his finger down the crack of my butt. When he touched my hole, I jumped. Wetting his finger again, he circled his.