I had gotten serious a couple of times and nothing worked out with each guy leaving the church life in turn. So I essentially went a long time not eve... KISSING anyone. I survived by what I called my two “Na'tions” – my imaginaTION and good old masturbaTION. But even that was a little tainted as my church believed that even masturbation was wrong. So when I did it I had to make it good because it would have to last until my next “weak” moment.But let's go back to my meeting with Brian. He was. ..It helps if you breathe hard and fast..Yes Mi Lady...I am breathing hard and fast as suggested and you sit down on the floor in front of me..with your legs spread. Your breathing has changed too. Your are flushed with color and your nipples are erect. You say ⌙ I like the sound you make. It sounds like some kind of dog... Here lick me...⌙ I look up and you have moved yourself closer to the tub so that your legs can be put up and over the side. I look back down and there is your penis. Remembering of what we did last night. The pleasure, the moans that escaped both our mouths as ecstacy filled our bodies. Turning on the temperature, testing it with my hand before plunging myself under the warm water. Leaning against the wall placing my leg up on edge while my hand slowly slides down my body. Massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples, remembering what we did. My hand going further, plunging two fingers between my lips and feeling the wetness, the warmth. Rubbing my clit. The house was built entirely by the homeowner, who seemed quite proud of the house and just how well it was built. After only ten minutes or so I was convinced this was the house for me, but waited until we were back in the car to relay those feeling to my wife. As it turned out she was as excited as I was and we called the owner the minute we arrived home to make an offer. Three weeks later, we began to move in.Since we packed very quickly and couldn't take the time to label each and every box.