"Father Murphy..." Yes, my child?" I don't understand why everyone is so upset?" Tyballa, you were raised in a very sheltered environment, yes?"The tr...uth was quite the opposite, but it seemed to please people when I said that I had."Yes." Were your parents religious?" No." I see. And nobody ever taught you that homosexuality was a sin?" No. Is homosexuality what I did? Is it like being a lesbian?" Yes, Tyballa. A homosexual is someone who has relations with people of their own sex, boys with. Stroking the softness of my belly, her everycaress created tiny explosions of ecstasy in my brain. Her fingersthen began tracing a circular motion across my hips. "Ummmm!"My body squirmed and twisted to maintain the contact.Her deft fingers moved firmly, lower and deeper beneath the slipinto my soaked panties."Oh! Ohhhh! Oh, my goodness!" The soft purring moanscoming from my lips quickly turned into a gasp as her soft, lightfingers brushed across my groin. Velvety fingers encircled andthe. So I put in another finger and stroked faster. She was enjoying every stroke and started panting heavily.Our bodies were sweating and we slid over each other. It just added to the sensuality. I stroked faster and faster. She went crazy and screamed, “Fuck yeah” Then she squirted her juice. It was something new. I tasted her juice. Before I could say something, she turned around and kissed me passionately. After a while, she laid beside me. I said, “I won’t let you sleep tonight. I am gonna fuck. Sally would get passionate about some Elizabethan sonnet or some such and Jim would get carried away with her. Only, she was carried away on some higher spiritual plane and Jim only had one plane. If it feels good, fuck it!When Sally would wax passionate, Jim would get a tremendous boner that would sneak down his pants leg, threatening to burst the seams on his worn out jeans. Sally's eyes would lock on his condition and she would begin talking faster and faster, as if she could make it go back.