I reached for my zipper and zipped it down, reaching inside I pulled my cock out, letting in stand straight out in front of me. I could see the woman�...�s hand moving frantically of her pussy in small circles, so I knew she was playing with her clit. Her other hand working her nipples and gently tugging at them. I could see the flicker of a television off in the corner and hear a gentle moaning; ”She is watching porn.” Her eyes fixed on the TV. as she slowly pleasured herself. My fingers. Nothing had ever been in my pussy before except my fingers and recently his fingers. His cock head was fat, pushed into me harder….I let out a gasp, and kept lowering my body onto it….that is when I felt the pop that made me scream and I looked at him and he was smiling. He smiled and said “that’s right baby, pop that cherry on my chocolate dick” he was thrusting into me farther now…his hands on my hips moving me up and down. I was holding his shoulders and just riding his cock the way he. That was another purpose to sending Jesus to Earth, but the writers of the Christian canon and the fathers of the Church ruined that, too, with the help of Constantine, Athanasius, Augustine of Hippo, Chrysostom, etc. You get the idea.“He tried, repeatedly, over the centuries, to fix things, only to see them get worse, not better. He attempted reforms through Arius of Alexandria, through Ulfias the monk, through many other so-called ‘heretics’ throughout history. He spoke through Peter Waldo. How can I describe it as "exceptional" when every night I've ever spent in bed with Josie was exceptional (at least for me). That old saw about "even when it's bad, it's good" just wasn't applicable, 'cause it was never bad.But anyway, it wasn't make-up sex, really, because by the time we got to bed that night, Josie's negative reaction to my earlier harangue about my contract, and my bitching about how Bill was conducting the negotiations, had all pretty much faded away. It wasn't that we had.