A few days went by and I was once again eating my lunch alone in the park. I began to feel as if there were someone behind me and turned my head. Th...re she was, as captivating as ever. Her suit was 40% business and 60% "I'm not afraid to be sexy". And she definitely was sexy. She looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry I ran off so suddenly the other day", she said haltingly. "It's just that..." I cut her off with a smile and told her I felt it too. She sat down next to me and we started to get. So I followed her to her room. She went through her drawers and finally came up with a pair of pink panties with little bows on them. She tossed them to me and told me to put them on. I grabbed them and stepped into them but had a little trouble pulling them up as they were pretty small plus I was still hard as a rock. I finally got them on and glanced down and could see my cock clearly outlined in them. Karen had me sit on the edge of her bed and she applied a pink lipstick to my lips. When I. I smiled at her, "If you don't start talking to me soon, I may have to reconsider my previously good opinion of you." This was the 'Final Test'?" There were always rumours, of course, but we tried to ensure that they were our rumours; that way we were able to keep people off their guard."I'm sorry about the subterfuge and I'm sorry about the anticlimax of the visit; next time I'll arrange the whole clap of thunder, puff of purple smoke that sort of thing."She was looking shell-shocked. "You. She’d never been much of a church goer growing up. The hospital where they’d worked on her had been Catholic; it had a beautiful little chapel, and some of the nurses were nuns. They were all nice to her, and she thought the Catholics had things pretty much figured out. She could go that route; but preferred something else; the idea of a Pope being smarter than the Bible didn’t make much sense.Another thing she knew from what she’d read and been told was the Lutherans, Presbyterians, and most.