This whole story is trueand happened in 2009. I “grew up” reading this site over the pastseveral years and I am so happy that I have my own true ...tory totell.One night, while searching Craigslist for hot pictures I cameacross an amazing ad written by another guy that seemed tounderstand my situation (shy, nervous, in the closet). I was reallyimpressed with what he wrote in the ad. I drummed up enoughcourage and replied. I was scared out of my mind. We started email back and forth and it was. On Wednesday they got well known performers to come and give master classes, Thursday was Music Theory and Friday was rehearsals of our pieces.”“And that’s where you cheated?”She looked horrified at the word cheated.“NO, sorry, if you remember that weekend was the weekend you went to the party at your co-star’s house. Wolfgang invited me to a party, and I refused. When he asked why, I told him about you and how we’d promised to be faithful to each other. Well, he said that he was only inviting. The combination of her sucking and playing with my balls soon had the tell-tale tingle warning me of my impending ejaculation. Sister Helen only just managed to get my cock out of her mouth in time for some of the eruption to actually land in the specimen pot but there was far more on the cheeks of her face and the bed sheets.Snapping the lid on the pot closed; Helen then scooped up the cooling strands of spunk hanging on her face and promptly slid the gooey finger into her mouth and sucked it. I did not have to try it to know that it was locked.Then, to my left, maybe thirty feet away from the wall, there was a small spring, a rock with a metal pipe in it, from which a stream of clear water flowed into a stone basin that was about one foot deep, two feet wide and four feet long; from the basin, a rivulet followed the direction down, away from the path, deeper into the wood.And third, down the path of the rivulet, just visible through the trees, was a glade, and a small wooden hut in.