I've had a pretty decent amount of sexual experiences but this one definitely stayed with me, I still rub one off thinking of this particular one ever... now and then, even though it was 20 years ago. She was and still is a friend of my sister, (I have fucked many of my sister's friends). I just recently moved back from the states to my parents home in PR, I had a job already lined up for me down there. A few weeks before this story happened, I had an incredible sexual experience in Old San Juan. I couldn't get a flight so I had to drive back. I picked up a RV and started out the southern route. It took a while because I did do some looking on the way east. There was some violence in New Mexico and West Texas but I made it through. My sister and her family had passed and there was no one for me. I decided to head north and then west and see the natural sights as well as Washington and New York City. I was in Maine when I met Cathy and some other survivors in Belfast. They wanted to go. I held her for I don’t know how long, knowing that words weren’t any use. I had to let the storm blow itself out, and then Sue would be ready to share her thoughts. Until she reached that point there was little I could do but stroke her hair and hold her to demonstrate my love and support and that I’d always be there for her.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Finally, I sensed the tears and sobs were easing off, like when you detect the easing off of a rain shower. We’d been. A sign out front read:Paris Revival for ChristReverend Merrywether RobertsFirst Lady Happy RobertsI fixated on Happy Roberts name—the Reverend's prudish wife. She once tried to get me banned from the library for surfing some harmless porn. The prissy bitch didn't give one fig about my Constitutional rights to free speech in a public building. It was time to teach her a lesson.I gave my pecker a few strokes, picturing the look on her face as my slab of iron teaches her a lesson. Happy Roberts.