Nancy fell silent long enough for me to turn and face her naked body laying next to me. In the dim light I could see a languorous smile on her lips. H...r eyes staring off into the realm of imagination or possibly memory . Reaching over to softly stroke her cheek, I asked if any of the other club goers witnessed their little indiscretion. Giving me a sultry, low moan, Nancy relayed how difficult it was for her to maintain control of her hips while riding him the reverse cowgirl position. Because. I used to go to Mass every Sunday and also to Saturday Catechism class. I've gotten away from that, but i do find Mass soothing to my soul and i often drift off during the service into reflective thought.It was a beautiful Mass today. But as the service moved along to Holy Communion, i regretted that i could not take part in the Sacrament because i had not gone to Confession. I dreamed about how my Confession might have gone..........................................Me: Forgive me, Father, for i. "Get on up here! Laura wants to say hello." The chair was not made for two, but she scooted over enough for me to sit down beside her.>"Hello Shrouded One! How goeth things with thou?" Shrouded One? What's that?" I had to give you a name."I was supposed to put my fingers on the keys and type out an answer:>"Well, here I sit with Anne's thigh pressed against mine>and it's sort of giving me a hard-on I don't really>want. And of course I'm allegedly talking to some>idiot pretending to be Princess. To us, the Mentrassa, this is a sacred act; celebrated in poetry and song since time immemorial. The mystical heart of womanhood is a small, seemingly insignificant place but it is a place of great power; the eye of the needle of creation and the epicenter of the maelstrom that is life. As Jaano abandons himself to his desire, I toss my head back; sending my raven hair cascading. I sing softly, keeping time with the strokes of his slick and masterful tongue. After a little time though, I am.