I knelt there between her legs and kissed my way up her thighs. She slid to the edge of the chair, her legs spreading and her breath quickening. With ...very kiss she moaned a soft low breathy moan until my lips were on her mound and then on her pussy lips. She stroked my long red hair as I kissed, the taste of my lipstick mixing with her light sweet taste and the wetness that was beginning to flow from her. I began to tongue her more forcefully, drinking in her taste … her scent … the soft moans. I’d learned which apartment she lived in and found a spot where, late at night, I could peer into her bedroom from the bushes. I watched her get ready for bed, read books and perform other innocuous tasks. From time to time, I saw her changing, revealing that killer body that made me want to rip my heart out and stab it to stop the pain.If I couldn’t be with her, I would at least see her taken by another man. The way she and Ben were interacting, this might be a good chance.I left before them. Sister Saint Augustine was standing in front of her, her face up close. Her expression was neither kind nor angry — just blank, clinical. The lack of emotion frightened Kristen more than the fact that she couldn’t move.“How are you feeling, dear?” Sister asked.She tried to say all, right, but it came out muffled. Something round and hard filled her mouth. She couldn’t close her teeth.“What was that?”“What’s going on?” Kristen asked, but it came out, “Uh-ss oh-ee uh?”“Sorry, but we must take. Curiosity and excitement reached fever pitch if a girl had seen a rampant cock on some young buck who was "tossing himself off" in a shed or behind some tree. How had she the nerve to keep looking when he squirted his seed? Was it a big spill? Did it shoot out far from his body when it hit the ground?Since I reached the age of 21 my grandfather entered into negotiations about finding me a bride. Back at puberty he had introduced me to the facts of life, in the most basic of ways by taking me.