We weren't sure how... well I mean parts of it seem obvious, but then you've got this... thing and you're all hot and trying to... it doesn't seem to ...work the way you expect..."Neil grunted something, seriously questioning his ability to trust himself to open his damn mouth. The smartass and the monster were arguing over a series of inappropriate responses. Neil felt like a real ass for thinking them, and put on his best mask of concern."A couple times, though, we never even got that far. He. When the three of us went out together, I began teasing Jean and Kathy about 'dating' two women at the same time, and treating Jean as if she was my date. I couldn't help pushing the envelope a little, and only a couple of weeks after the revelation I got bold enough to jokingly insist that both of my 'dates' kiss me goodnight after we got home from dinner. To my surprise Kathy not only didn't object, she encouraged Jean to call my bluff. Jean barely hesitated and that first kiss, although. He did not say anything, in fact neither did I, we just felt the heat from our naked flesh, my thigh touching his hairier one.He reached down to my feet and retrieved my warm panties, all the time looking at my hairless pubes, which were exposed as I made no effort to cover up. Instead I marvelled at his huge hairy balls resting on my silky white thigh, above my black woollen stocking, the heat from them warming me more than I felt, and when he turned around to toss my knickers into his car, I. At the far end a narrow alley ran round the back of the church. There was a sign on the wall with an arrow, pointing to “THE NUNNERY”.“I’ve always wondered about that sign,” Karen said, pulling up.“Me too,” I admitted. “As far as I know this church has never been Roman Catholic.”“Maybe we should investigate,” Karen said.“What, now?” I said. “It’s dark. Has nobody ever told you about snooping around in dark alleys at this time of night? Anything might happen.”“Maybe that’s the point,” Karen.