My hand, prying blindly in my crotch, had just stumbled across the nub that was a woman's pleasure center. I moved my hand, horrified at what I'd just...felt, but it brushed the magic button again, and another shiver of delight coursed through my groin. My mind raced, trying to understand what had happened, while my senses cried for more of this alien pleasure. Of its own volition, my hand reached more and more, stroking the pleasure center, moving faster and faster, as a wonderful warmth built. She wants to know if You were smoking any catfish." he giggled. "Rowr! Or are you just getting them stoned! Rowr!"It was my turn to laugh.Now,the only way for Allen's mom to know that I had the smoker going, was for her to have driven the half mile up my drive to the house."When was she here,buddy?" "Oh,She said she stopped by a couple of hours ago,to see if you knew about your car being broke down. We don't have a cell phone,ya know? She said you didn't answer the door when she knocked. She. Father Reilly quickly became a great favourite among the younger women, and they vied for his attention, being what was known as 'well set-up'. He was tall and well-built, having played rugby for his University in his younger days, which were not so long ago. The confessional was supposed to be anonymous, but with only two priests it was obvious which one was hearing confessions on any particular day, and the women seemed to have rather more sins when it was Father Reilly. Some of their sins. Trina knew that Robbie was responsible for what happened, but she couldn't really prove it beside the part where he made her phase through Sam. She was absolutely horrified as that what happened with Freddie, and her stomach was in a knot at what Beck had done. She wondered if her s*ster was okay, and worried a bit that Beck might be in trouble since Robbie called and told him to keep attacking. Trina certainly didn't regret leaving Sam behind, but she did feel a bit guilty for just bolting.