"He said almost everything is a sin, and if we did a sin, we'd get put in hell." Sin is a church word for a mistake, honey, nothing more. It's when yo...u keep making the same mistake over and over that it becomes a sin. You're aren't trying to do better. You see?" I think I loved her too much," Donna said."No more than the rest of us did, I'm sure," I said."My counselor told me that since I was alone I tended to love people too fast. What did he mean?" I don't know, Donna. Maybe when a person is. Such bataon mujha to bus yahi pata hai choot main jo mila ghusa kar choot ko shant kar do, nahi itnee seedhee to toon hai nahi, acha kuch dirty karain? Lo g sex shuru huva nahi bacha pehla sa pada kar deya. Nahi sapna boli kuch dirty?Mai ab tang a gae thee sapna ki in batoon sa mujha ghusa aeya maina apni choot sapna ka moon par rakhee or apni choot ka sara peeshab us ka moon par kar deya phir mai boli ab maza aeya? Vo boli hain aeya magar bohat hot tha, maina kaha ab kuch or kaha to is baar. She walked towards the bed just wearing a small t-shirt and her nipples were poking through. Her trimmed pussy was visible because her t-shirt was too short. I could feel my cock throbbing as she climbed into bed beside me. Usually she needs lots of foreplay to get wet but she was drownded wet. I could feel her juices against my leg as she kissed me so hard and rubbed her pussy against me. She grabbed my cock and pushed it inside her pussy and gave a soft moan. She whispered in my ear that she. Without thinking, she opened the window to let in the fresh breeze and sat down to comb her hair. As she sat, naked in front of her mirror, she thought about James. The mirror showed a pretty girl with a scattering of freckles across her nose, strong farm-girl shoulders and arms, nice high breasts with pale aureoles - her nipples were standing up now from the breeze that blew in from the window. Her hair was long - nearly to her waist - and a golden honey color with the shorter hairs around her.