I mean, other than sit on the floor next to her and make sureshe knew she wasn't alone. For a long time, I thought about trying tohelp. You know, scie...tifically." How?" The human brain is like a computer in a lot of ways. Data is stored,waiting to be recalled when needed. Or even when not needed. I startedworking on a device that I thought might help lessen the impact of theguilt she was feeling." Erase her memories of her mother?" I asked, horrified beyond belief."No! Nothing like that." I. I left college 25 years ago in part because advanced calculus was completely incomprehensible to me. All that stuff about morphing a coffee cup into a doughnut and spatial curves and other gobbledygook. Trying to piece together a pair of pants made me wish I had finished that course, because I truly needed it. With the aid of a commercially assembled pair of pants and a lot of patience I was able to connect the legs in the right sequence and even get the pockets in the right place, all the. "The two girls walked to where the boulders were and walked behind them. The boulders were arranged, so it offered a lot of privacy. It even looked like there was a seat formed by the stones. There was a small stream running between the boulders."This is our bathroom," said Kelly. "You can use the seat, but you have to watch it so you don't pee allover your feet. Most of us pee standing up."Amy had never heard about girls peeing standing up. "Girls can do that?" Yes. When I first started to. Marvelous." He raised once more from her heaving breasts and, with long, slow strokes, used her clinging cunt to drain the last drops from his prick.They were silent, except for their laboured breathing, until the newly deflowered nun looked up at her seducer and said softly, "I hope God will forgive ush, Father? It wash? Like? It musht be a shin?" It is God's way.", the immoral cleric said as his cock wilted within the soft wetness of her body. "Now you will understand how your charges feel.