” “That she is,” my landlady confirmed, “I knew it from the moment she stepped out of that van.” And then, with a casual movement, her hand ...upped my sex, rubbed up and down a few times, and her middle finger wiggled its way inside, making me gasp. My eyes went wide. It felt delicious, and dirty. “Let’s have a bit of truth time, Paisy. Do you think I’m beautiful?” Whatever questions I could have expected, this wasn’t one of them. I sputtered, unable to make up an answer. She was far from. He said it was about Hinduism. That hewas looking for a way out of Hell.And when my mother said he didn't need all this weird stuff for that,just Jesus, he said 'Not that hell.... THIS hell!'; and he thumped hischest.He said that he believed this book, translated from something writtenbefore the Egyptians started building pyramids, about how when we dieour soul gets reborn. Sometimes better, sometimes worse, depending onour "karma". When I asked him what he would want to be in his next lifehe. .my tongue finds its way to her clit and I press against it. She lets out a cry of excitement and I grab her bum to pull her even closer. She just smells of sweetness and sex. My panties are still on but are getting soaked with my own juices. Suddenly she is writhing about on my mouth, my tongue now inside her, dare I slip a finger into her bum? I think she might like it. She's breathing and moaning more loudly now. I keep one hand on her bum and can't resist slipping the other into my panties. I was nervous, and eager, and silly. My vibrator was a busy little thing."My hand drifted down over Julie's throat, up the slope of her left breast. Her nipple was soft and relaxed, the aureola smooth and firm. She sighed as I touched her."Of course the retreat was nothing like I'd imagined! The first day I went to the orientation, and lunch, and a workshop on female empowerment, and no one once tried to seduce me, or offered to devote her life to me. Or even kiss me. I was nervous and silly.