I didn’t really have any use for religion, and made no secret of it, but none of them held that against me. As one put it, “You don’t need to be... religious to be a good person.” I was going to prove that one wrong later, that was for sure.But really impressed me was sitting there, sitting in the rafters of the roof, listening to the lessons they gave the kids. You’d think for a religious school, they’d be indoctrinating the kids like nobodies businesses. But no. What they did was indoctrinated. Once I had her in the car I said to her jokingly that I was going to take her down a dark lane and fuck her brains out. She just said that was fine, so I got on the motorway and headed for the dogging spot.We parked far up the back and there where a few cars parked around. She seemed more confident than she ever had been when we where there and never even paid attention to the others.She put her hands up her dress and slid down her knickers, throwing them in the back seat.We started kissing and. She just stripped down, showered, and collapsed into bed. She didn’t even bother to pick up her dirty clothes or put on her night clothes which was a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Chapter 3She woke to her phone ringing. Confused, she noticed that it was the next day. When she looked at the number calling her heart sank and her stomach went to her throat, it was Cindy. She had a feeling what it was about. She picked up. “Hello” “Ben died about fifteen minutes ago.” Cindy said with no. It nags, it weakens, it cajoles. Then you find yourself in that large anonymous store drifting towards Lingerie, you brush it. Oh, your inner panty slut moans – feel me wrapped around your cock your ass. See we can have lots of nice frilly things, so simple. Your eyes run over the desirables, the new lines, the old favourites. No, must be strong.Then on your PC away from prying eyes an old link pops up Slinky Panties R Us. You click and think slinky thoughts, but you are strong. So you.