’ ‘Well I’m happy for you to have such lovely girl friends. I assume they know about each other?’ ‘Oh, sure. I met Colleen because she’s o...e of Trish’s friends. Trish knows I am going over to Colleen’s. I think Trish wants to date other guys so she doesn’t mind me going out with Colleen.’ ‘That’s best at your age,’ Dad said, ‘get to know lots of girls.’ When I arrived Colleen’s mother answered the door. ‘You must be Howard,’ she said. ‘Colleen has told us a lot about you. In fact you are almost. Finally, she was able to raise her head, and she saw Peter watching her. She moved a bit and discovered that the pain between her legs would not allow her to close them. Her breasts hurt tremendously, their tortured nipples were two tiny caps of agony atop each burning orb. The tears had stopped and she continued to look at Peter. “I want you to present yourself,” came the simple command. Reluctantly, almost defiantly, Susan slowly obeyed, spreading her feet slightly, and raising her tired arms. We still had a nice long weekend ahead. Mom went upstairs with Wynter to make sure she was comfortable as I followed to my own room.After an hour of sitting impatiently in my easy chair in my room I decided I had given Mom time to get to sleep. I moved out into the carpeted hallway and almost ran into Wynter as she was coming to my room. We both had the same thing on our minds, of course. She was a horny little slut and I was a cock master. I took her little hand and led her to my room. She was. I now faced effectively the same dilemma I would have faced had April and I gone to the motel after Prom. I hadn’t decided beforehand what I was going to say or do, and I sure didn’t know now.I knew, eventually, I’d face this spiritual struggle. I could put off a resolution for perhaps one or two weeks before Father Herman would, as he had in the past, gently encourage me to come to confession. It certainly wasn’t for any prurient interest on his part - my confessions had to be the singularly.