Stephanopoulos: “Why did you stay out in the open when you called in the artillery on your own position? Wouldn’t the bunker have been safer?”Me... “The bunker didn’t have the visibility I needed. The only way to do it was from the truck I was using. I just ducked down and prayed a shell wouldn’t land on me. It was the only way to defend the position.”Stephanopoulos: “Were you afraid? Did you think you were going to die?”Me: “Yes, but that wasn’t important. You just keep going.”Stephanopoulos:. I was so wet, I wanted to go get my dildo and moan so loud! Michael began to carress my hair, as his arm was on the back of the couch. The old yawn-and-put-arm-around trick. I didn't stop him, I liked my hair carressed. But as he carressed my hair, his other hand moved between my legs. He pulled my panties to the side and massaged my clit with his middle finger. I squirmed and let out a low moan. Causing Josh to look at what we were doing and a smile spread across his face. "Oh Michael! Noo...". She did as she was told and slowly took the blouse off and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were only supported by the bra and her nipples were uncovered though and he brushed each one with his fingers before taking each one between his thumb and forefinger, squeezed and twisted them hard. She felt the pain of this and involuntarily squealed her nipples sensitive but hardening with each twist he gave them. “Hmmm, these respond well, I’m going to enjoy having these to play with.” His. Not at all. And I don't feel any guilt about it, either. Choosing to leave the convent and the Church were the first real choices I'd ever made, entirely for myself. Making those choices made me feel... strong." I'm glad. I'm glad you decided to do it, and that you're happy with your decision." But. I expected to meet someone like you, much sooner," she said, shyly."What? A big Black baseball player?"Alice laughed. "No. In fact, I rather pictured you as a skinny, balding little ex-priest..