“It’s the undergarments I wore last night and wore again this morning, I put them inside a sealed Ziplock bag when I was putting on the vest. I wa...t you to be able to smell me when you are thinking of me.” Karina said as I looked inside the bag. There was a clear Ziplock bag with a pair of black panties and bra, the white stain on the panties crotch region was evidence of further leakage during the morning. “I don’t think undergarments will matter to me soon.” She said with sadness in her. ”“Interesting,” I said. “I had a similar conversation with my Roman Catholic priest and he couldn’t provide anything other than condemnation and exclusion. I’m not sure how he thought that was a good idea, because all it did was drive me from the church.”“Well, I don’t think our bishop would approve of what Father Chris says, but Father Chris is a pragmatic man.”“You call your priests by their first names?”“Yeah, of course. Don’t you?”“No, Roman Catholics use last names for priests, though for. An hour later, I was showered, cleaned off, and dressed in a cute sundress and some clogs. I decided to go without a bra, but did pull some panties on over my red and sore crotch. I brought the boys in, locked up all the doors, grabbed my purse and keys, and drove to the nearest fern bar. I needed a drink.Sitting there forty minutes later, fending off the somewhat clumsy pick up attempts by the various guys, I thought to myself how crazy it was. I had absolutely no motivation to let some random. " I made fake sucking sounds and he joined in with "yes, baby" for the rest of his time. I don't remember exactly how many guys I ended up having that night, but it was a lot.One of the girls was a cute, short, cheer type. "I don't know how this works" she slurred as she entered. "I'm Jamie..." I whispered "I'm Kay" and slid her skirt and panties down and sucked her like there was no tomorrow. "Oh my gawd..." She never said anything different the whole time. She was my favorite of the whole.