"Okay, John, dammit, stop stalling around! I know you know what to do, so get to it!"The next sound to come from her was a moan of delight as I pushed...my cock head past her lips and ring of muscle into her vagina. My assessment of her lack of virginity was verified as I slipped past the place where her cherry would have been if she still had one. She was so wet that I slid in a bit farther and rubbed against her "sweet-spot." Connie let out a little squeal of appreciation as she felt me slide. How could I or any Christian turn that down?As I contemplated the pros and cons for redoing my life versus going to meet my Savior, I recalled a humorous Christian routine by singer-comedian Mark Lowery. He sang and acted out a little skit about, 'we all want to go to heaven, but no one wants to jump on the express bus there right now.' That brief interlude of humor helped relax my mind.Finally, another more recent and truly memorable event came to me as I worked on my decision. I smiled when. One day, while we were both home and alone, she asked if she could call me. I assured her it was okay and the phone rang. "Hello, it’s Nancy." "Well, hello," I said. We talked for a couple minutes and the conversation turned to sex. We described what we were wearing and soon I was stroking my hard cock while listening to her masturbating with her vibrator. We reached our orgasms together. I really enjoyed that she was so vocal when she reached her climax as it is one thing I have never heard at. Now I wasn't sure.I looked at Charly and said, "Why, Charly? Why did you let it go this far? Why didn't you tell me? Maybe we could have worked it out."She was startled and ask, "What is it, Gary? What's wrong? Tell you about what?"I clicked onto her deleted item folder. She said, "That's nothing, honey, just more feedback about my stories from my followers." This is not e-mail. It's porn. It's the same as phone sex only you don't get paid." How can you say that, Gary? They're just feedback.