The next morning a wave of guilt and revulsion began to wash over me. I didn’t know where these feelings were coming from, but no doubt, they were f...om my strict Catholic upbringing.Lesbianism and incest were mortal sins which I needed absolution. I resolved to go see a Priest and confess my sins. How could I have been such a slut to give in to my carnal cravings?As the day wore on, my feelings of guilt only increased. I knew Confessions would be heard that evening at the Cathedral downtown. , I am sorry I embarrassed you last night. I really can’t help it. Please don’t be angry with me.” (he spoke in halting English). I told him I wasn’t angry at all but I felt tempted to tell him that he is most welcome to touch my breasts anytime, but abstained from doing so. Out of politeness I asked his name and then asked to which construction firm he was assigned to recorded. After telling me, he hurried to the transport taking him to the destination.Alone in the. “You want to act like a little boy then ill treat you like a little boy?” He would grin before leaning down and kissing her softly on the lips. They continued for a moments as Jacobs hands run up under her heavy sweat shirt, over her slim and toned body . She would stop him “babe I got to be home very soon… soo we really don’t have much time.” He would now do his pouty face with those dark puppy eyes, which matched his dark and rich Italian hair. She would smile as her hands ran over his. I had ashy blonde hair, tanned skin, green eyes, firm cheekbones, a tight firm ass, huge tits, long legs and a tiny, tiny waist. I was saving my virginity for Brent. We were both virgins, or at least that was what I thought. Brent, be gentle with me, okay? Im scared! I pleaded to Brent. My best friend Ashley told me that when she lost her virginity, she told her boyfriend to slow down, but he couldnt control himself. She told me that useful information the day before I was planning on losing.