Thus, as the mantle of self loathing was lifted for a true blue moment of Acceptance, Patron Saint’s hard lesson was finally grasped, shorn heads ba...ed proudly before the status quo, passing through rotten food projectiles as if they weren’t there, accepting their shared ordeal with the honest zeal only true martyrs could muster. The journey of a thousand miles…. Seated around the campfire later, Patron Saint favored his brood with the greatest compliment he could bestow on stalwart students:. Only God knows such things,’ he whispered. ‘But I do know, with certainty, that it would break his heart if anything happened to you. He loves you more than life itself.’ ‘I have never told you this, but I can’t propose to you without making you aware of the danger our union could bring. Actually, you were wrong love,’ he explained with a small, sad smile, the endearment rolling so naturally off his tongue. She didn’t seem startled at all with the familiarity nor the liberties he was taking by. Brad moved closer, with his face closer to hers now, and with a movement that felt more like a tease, he got closer, just touching. She picked on the cue and slowly they moved to kissing. It always happened that way, the uneasiness and then the passion. She liked his kisses, they felt strong and knowing. Their kissing was passionate and they both felt overcoming to the heat generated by their closeness. They wore only their bath robes while sitting in bed, and their robes fell. His fingers slid under my shirt, up, groping at my small tits, pressing them, rubbing the nipples. Down again. I flinched, as his fingers brushed over the big scar. “Shh”, David breathed in my mouth, his fingers still all over my skin. Slowly, he started to move, directed me backwards to the sofa. “Maybe not the first time”, he panted, his had rubbing my crotch. “Uh?”, puzzled I opened my eyes. He smiled down on me, his boyish smile and I could not help myself but smile back.The edge of the.