My hands were all over her body. She unzipped my trousers and moved down to my feet. I was not even thinking about being a priest. My mind was fill...d with lust and desire.I was so stunned and interested in what she’d do. She was eager to please me. I knew what I was doing was a major sin, however, I let her do what she wanted to do to me. She held my cock in her hand and made it grow. She smiled at me and told me to enjoy what would happen next.She put her mouth around my cock and began. “Hello Miss. Are you returning this CD?” he asked.“Yes, give me the license,” I said.“Ahh, but the license belongs to Gopal. How can I give it to you?” he smiled even more. “See, I am paying youth money and giving the CD back. So give me the damn license.” I said.“You see Miss, we have a policy. We give licenses only to wives or girlfriends other than the owners. So what are you? Wife or girlfriend?”“The latter,” I said.“What? What was that?” he was being silly now. “I am his girlfriend. Now. It got boring and costly, sometimes going back and forth three times in a day. So, between my freshman and sophomore years, Dad helped me get into a nice two-bedroom apartment.From that point on, school, and my life, slowed down to a less frenetic pace. I carried a good full load of classes, and a total of five very busy years later at SFU, ending up with my Double BA’s in Theatre Performance and Theatre Design.My apartment was about a mile south of SFU and was about twenty miles north of our. The spiked heels, long sculpted legs rising to creamy tight buttocks, the pink rosebud asshole, nearly hairless, topping a small and luscious cunt. Ah, yes. The cunt. That alter of adolescent dreams and adult passion. How much semen in our long history has been spilled as an offering to the cunt dreams and obsessions of young boys? And even as grown men, having just received the satisfaction of its sacrament, how often does the lust, desire and even pain remind us that we LACK a cunt around our.