When she works in the garden she wears old light cotton shirts, tied off at the waist and unbuttoned well down past her breasts. It’s always made fo... a worthwhile happen-chance over-the-fence chat when I noticed her like that. In spite of that I’ve never had much of an attraction to her because of the ongoing relationships I’ve had with other women. As for myself ... endlessly single it seems. There’s never been anyone that’s charged into my life, swept me off my feet and made me want to give. After we came down from our second round of orgasms and were lying in bed trying to go to sleep, I said to Megan, “Damn, baby, you really seemed to get into the fantasy tonight, and I know that you enjoyed that thick cock, even though it's fake. Tell me how you’re feeling, honey. Would you really fuck Jared if you had the chance? That’s not a trick question, and I’m not trying to trap you or anything. I really want to know how you feel about it. Then I’ll tell you how I feel.”She snuggled up. I felt so ashamed. What had I done? Was I raped or did I make the pastor lose control? I think I was raped but this is Pastor Rod. I can't imagine him doing such a thing.My blood churned. I moved ahead in the diary until I found the next meeting of Lisa and Rod.He wanted to do it right away since he said we couldn't control ourselves. We had sex on his desk and then we talked about the street children. He made me do it a second time doggy-style. I hate doggy-style but he insisted. He said he. A warm tingling sensation drew her attention to her breasts, her nipples to be exact. They felt like they were on fire and Janet watched as they hardened against white blouse, jutting against the light material. Janet's head spun at the intense pleasure of her hard nipples against the weave of the cloth.Across the room one of the girls moaned loudly. Janet turned to watch as a curvaceous brunette with large breasts collapsed to her knees. The young woman had her sweater pulled up to her neck.