"Here kitty, kitty."My transformation was complete. Padding up to her on hands and knees, I sniffed her fingers, forgetting for the moment that I was ...aked, and then rubbed my cheek against the back of her hand, purring softly. Her giggle was as nervous as mine would have been, had I been allowed to giggle. She let me in, thankfully, and at least the fear of being seen by a stranger was gone. In my last tale, the comment was made that there was very little actual sex involved, something I took. I blushed. I wasn't a prude, but I didn't usually talk about things like that in front of Eric. Eric laughed. “What do you think about when you get drunk Ben?” Eric asked. “Bed,” said Ben. “A few drinks get me going too,” said Eric. “I get a little tipsy, I get relaxed, and I start feeling friendly.” “You and Sarah should just get it on then, and I can go to sleep,” Ben joked from his recliner. We all laughed. Then Eric said, “That does sound like fun.” “Be careful what you wish for,” I. I tried to remember: the sign out front had the times for Mass, and I think that there was one set for 9:00 AM. Jennifer was a devout Christian girl, from some very conservative Protestant denomination. I had wanted to ask her what denomination it was, but that question seemed a bit more personal than I wanted to ask, and it might raise the question of where I went to church, and bring up the fact that I hadn’t been to church since last May. I had even blown off Easter last Sunday, and that was. I can't take it. I can't take it! Uh uh uh uh uh uh! Oh my GOD! You're in all the way. I can feel your body on my ass. Why are you stopping? Pump it. Please. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass, please? Please? Please fuck my ass? Pump it. Fuck my hot virgin ass? Please? Ugh, ugh, ugh... thank you, thank you, thank you for fucking my ass, lover."I pumped her ass for fifteen minutes: sometimes slowly, sometimes not; sometimes softly, sometimes not. The pleasure her virgin butt was giving me was almost.