Every one, from pale to dark, had a perfection of complexion that no amount of cosmetics could emulate. They moved with an almost inhuman poise and gr...ce. They seemed to glide and sway rather than walk and the soft material of their habits clung to the curve of breast, buttock and thigh suggesting and underlining the voluptuousness of the figure beneath. Every move, every glance, every gesture hinted of an underlying eroticism that would be impossible to quantify but was tangible none the less.. I moaned a little bit because his hand felt so good on my dick. He smiled at me and slowly started to stroke it. It felt so good. I laid back and let him work. After about 15 seconds I sat back up and reached for his still hard dick and started to stroke his cock. “Does that feel good?” He asked. “Mmmmhmmm” was all I got out. We stroked each other for a couple of minutes. I stopped for a minute and took off my shirt and kicked off my pants. He let go of my cock and did the same. His hairless. The Saturday night before, I reminded her that tomorrow (Sunday) was my day to host our bible study group. Now bible study to me means playing as many hands of poker before the game as possible before we all stopped and start drinking ourselves stupid. She said she remembered and had already made plans to go to the grocery store to do some shopping before all the guys arrived. When she got up the next morning, she left and returned about an hour later with a few bags and told me I could get the. It wasn't rocket science. It was one of the few completely simple things that had ever happened to him. The person who insisted upon complicating it was the "victim." His wife. Her brand of mental illness depended upon having something with which to stab him in the back (or groin) forever- God only knows what she might do without her precious grief to feed upon twenty-four hours a day. No matter what his wife insisted upon twisting it into, it had been simple.He had been so young at the time..