Neither wanted to give up. I couldn’t just throw God away, I couldn’t just throw away the propaganda fed to me by my parents. I couldn’t throw t...at away any more than I could throw away my sexual desires. My religion was too ingrained. My sexuality was a part of who I was. I was being torn in half by my desires. Then I met Dana, the woman who would one day become my wife. Her beauty wasn’t in keeping with my ideals. My stepsister was far prettier in comparison. Dana was overweight. Her hair was. By kissing her i squeezed well shaped boobs. Oh! That was awesome feeling I tell you guys. I was able to feel her bra inside her top. I pulled her top from behind and packed her from back.While doing this she was touching my 7 inch erected cock with her soft hands over my jeans. I take her on the bed and start to kiss her boobs she was wearing matching bra and panty of blue colour. I off my t-shirt she also off her bra and jeans. She gives me a fabulous blow- job after touching my rod. Then I. To make things worse, I knew how to race horses (none of the side-saddle nonsense, mind you) and was well read than most of my father’s colleagues . Six years away at the convent had done nothing but to teach me to be a proud social outcast. All in all, I was the reason of the grey streaks in my father’s hair. That was not all though, when I reached the very worrying age of 25, another problem hit home- who was going to marry me? My father could live with a social outcast but to live with an. Her name had been Laurie, Laurie Polhaus. Laurie had no idea who Cal was, but Cal knew. She was his half sister, the legitimate child of his biological father. Somewhere his real father had grown some balls. He must have gotten a second girl pregnant but had married the second one. Laurie was in the ninth grade when he was a senior so he guessed it made sense. His real father was certainly in college, old enough to take on the responsibility. Cal had made a point of crossing paths with her a.