She was enjoying this way too much. "Simone, the Good Book says many things, almost all of which have been, at some time or another, taken way out of ...ontext, usually to excuse any number of excesses or misdeeds. In this case I think you're stretching that quote just a bit too much. However, to be fair, I would like to continue this little discussion after Janey has had her turn with the crop on your bottom — and front — and then we'll see if you still think that you would like to quote it."I. She couldn't read his thoughts, but imagined in them were desire, amusement, and something else... sincerity? He leaned his body against hers, and her body immediately responded with more waves of accumulated wetness. His lips were very soft, which contrasted with his beard that lightly scratched her face. She hadn't kissed a bearded man in years and her face was tingling with all kinds of newfound sensations. "To your knees", he commanded. "Yes, Sir" she feebly replied. Tingles of sparks were. “But it was always like this, fully clothed, hands never inside of them. And the last time or two, I did this.” I then slipped my hands up a bit, so they were right under her armpits. I let my thumbs slip forward so I was caressing the sides of her breasts.“Now tighten your arms against your sides. No, ease up a little bit, there. That was how she responded. Neither of us said anything, but I could tell she was telling me without words ‘I will allow this, but don’t go any further’. And I. Can you tell me why?”“It was wrong to do it! I shouldn’t have done it! We shouldn’t have done it!”Oh hell. It was sex that was the problem. I was deep in it now with no way out that I could see.“Why didn’t you stop me?” I asked.“I was going to before you put your hands down inside my jeans, but after the two orgasms, I was so excited that I couldn’t say ‘no’.”That reminded me of Kim, but Kim’s response had been to screw me silly and keep screwing me silly for as long as I let her. That was.