“Honestly, the only viable solution from the standpoint of the Church would be for Clarissa and me to marry, and that’s not a viable solution for ...er.”“Can I ask you something very, very direct?”“I think that’s the only way forward.”“You are adamant about following the teachings of the Church, and living a Christian life, except in one area.”“Sex,” I replied with a wry smile. “It’s been a struggle from the time I was fourteen - hormones versus faith. And I’ve used every bit of. And more importantly, thatwe were together. Sheila and I continued talking for awhile, though I couldn'tquite remember what we were talking about. I was more interested in hermelodic voice and deep beautiful eyes. And slowly, our hands creptcloser to each other across the table until the moment they touched.Suddenly, Sheila blushed a bright crimson. "Do..." Sheila took a deep breath, "Do you think I'm pretty...?" "The prettiest," I answered honestly, "You're the most beautifulgirl I've ever. Zack was my best friend and next-door neighbor. We had known each other for about ten years, and done the usual things – shoot hoops, play catch, ride motorbikes, gone fishing, etc. When we were younger, we’d slept over at each other’s houses, camped out in the backyard, and such. But even though we’d both graduated from high school, neither of us had much luck dating with any of the high school girls in our small hometown. It was just after the end of the school year, and we wanted to do. Her gag reflex – almost trained out of her from decades of oral and deep throat action – begins to kick back in and tries to cough my cock up out of her throat.I don’t want her to puke so I get her slip back and she gasps for air.“Take it easy, you bastard” she says with some venom.“Shut up you stupid tart and suck my cock, you filthy old whore” I tell her.She gets to work. She knows if she wants any repeat business from me she has to satisfy my needs. But she’s good – my God, she’s good at.