We had another swallow of wine. His pole moved on my hand and he kissed me. “This is just between us,” he cautioned…“the confessing and th...e rest and it must remain secret or we could both be in serious trouble.” I nodded, he kissed me again and I fumbled on top of his robe…he was really stiff! A horny priest…or is that an oxymoron? “What should I do?” I asked. “About what?” he inquired. “About animals and consorting with them…like you said: the Bible is against it.” He went on: . We had to meet the jet but Carl took me to the stars first thing the next morning, after we went at each other until the bed was so disgusting we had to move to the other one, or sleep in a puddle that smelled like a whorehouse.“Janet, I know what you mean. It’s not like us Waters women to be so weak and transparent. Men come on to us all the time but Carl does something that changes all the rules and it just isn’t healthy...” She stopped talking but her fingers had found Mr. Johnson and were. Three, I think. Still within our limit.“Dance for me again,” you say, and I bring myself to my feet then into a turn that I know shows off my ass, then I let myself get pulled in by the music again. It’s whisky music alright, bluesy, sleazy and slow. Good for dancing sexily to. I imagine myself a stripper in a glam rock video as I dance, spinning and grinding, teasing my pussy and pinching my nipples, then abandoning all pretence and fucking my own fingers as I thrust my hips to the. "I'd actually like to invite all of you to come to my house for dinner," she said. "My mom, Tracy and I have already been planning what we would like." As everyone eagerly accepted, I very happily stepped out of the middle.By the next Friday, I was tired of talk about Prom week and barely listened to the conversations at lunch. I was anxious to explore the future I could see unfolding in my life, and even with Missy now solidly in my life, quite frankly I was bored with high school. After a.