I don't wipe it off with my hand but lick my lips with my tongue. Tasting my own cum for the first time in probably ten years. It tastes like it alway... has. Creamy, and not bitter like I had heard that a smoker's cum is like. I am wondering how Kelly will feel about this in the morning. How do I explain this? With a picture of course, I tell myself. I step away from the bed and get my phone. Not wanting the flash to wake her up I turn on the hall light and turn my flash off. I take a handful. Mary and Agnes were quite committed to each other in all ways, both spiritually and physically. On those evening when they had the opportunity to join as one in Mary's bed, which was located in a rather secluded part of the convent next to the kitchen, allowing them some degree of privacy, they would cavort like a pair of young does in the forest. It would be fair to say that each knew the other's body to a degree hard to believe. Every possible nook and cranny had been explored, revisited. Nuh-uh, it was the same thing you do in the pool. You put your hand in your pants and move it up and down on your penis. You were, uh… mastulating. Its masturbating, I said out of reflex, and then realized my mistake. So I was right I sighed. Fine you were right. How would you know about that anyway? People talk about it at school, and sex-ed. She blushed. Can I see, she whispered bashfully. Uh… I panicked, thinking quickly, What should I do, what should I do. I made up my mind. OK, I guess.. She'd left the VCR running and the porno tape came on, filling the small room with the sounds of raw fucking."Holy shit!" Larry exclaimed from the television, which he'd been messing with.Don looked down at Tina with renewed interest. "Is this what you were watching when we came up?" Told you it sounded like fucking!" Larry barked.Tina blushed furiously and shook her head. She couldn't think of anything to say."Does your daddy know you watch porn while he's away?" Don asked, a nasty sneer on.