" Wendy was the black sheep of the family, but she was always my favorite. For some reason, I just could not be upset around her, even if she did get ...herself into a family way. She was cute and perky. Any boy would be lucky to get to spend time with her. She was the only one of my grandkids that ever send me a birthday card."Jason, say hello to your gramps." The tyke in the stroller was almost old enough to be walking. I wasn't sure if he could talk or not. Being cloistered in Bob and Denise's. 'Yes. I remember you', I thought. You, the tender young vixen who took my virginity. Right here. In this same confessional. An involuntary tent rose in my cassock as I recalled last Saturday. After leaving here, my faith shaken to the core, I skipped dinner, thinking only of her scent still embedded in my moustache. Returning to my room, I reflected upon my sin, my cock growing hard again, my hand grasping it again, and I masturbated, thinking only of the exquisite pleasure that her velvet. "I'm sorry. I should have thought of this earlier," I said in embarrassment because of what I needed to ask."I ... I need to touch you, Annie," I told her blushing in the darkened room. "Show me where the pain is located." Touch me? Why?" she asked somewhat confused."So I can take care of that problem for you," I told her. Annie blushed. I could sense her embarrassment even in the dark. "It's not like I haven't been there before," I added."It's right here but deeper," she said, as she fingered. "Laura squeezed her arm, then left in a hurry, afraid they would be seen, and that her sexual arousal would be too obvious.But then, at her desk a few minutes later, she got a call from Yvette. "Meet me in John Scheinbaum's office in ten minutes," Yvette whispered into the phone."I can't. I... have a meeting," Laura stammered."Oh shit. I need to see you. Laura... I need you." Is it something you can tell me over the phone?" I need you." There was a muffled sob. "I need you, all of you. Don't.