One Sunday, while I was setting with another group of boys my age in Youth Sunday School, the pastor came in. The Sunday School teacher had apparently... known he was going to drop in. The pastor gave us boys a stern warning about the 'sin' of touching ourselves (meaning, masturbation). As young boys, the very mention of such a thing caused an automatic nervous reaction, because, as the pastor obviously suspected (and rightly so) we were doing precisely that (masturbating, in other words)!He. .. would appreciate feedback.(And, I have read the early feedback from the original SIBC attempt andlovingly appreciate it! Certain adjustments to the story line aredirectly a result of the feedback/encouragement)Please ask permission before distributing.IT ALL BEGAN INNOCENTLY. (PART 2)Copyright (C) 2004 - Karen VirginiaShe asked what I wanted to do now. Yes, I heard her, but my brainwasn't really processing the question. I was still staring at my newlypurchased shoes. Pink and white... just. I calmly asked " whats in it for me ?" She continued yelling, not getting my point. I turned and pretended to walk awy when she said okay, okay, okay, just shut it off. Then started taking her wet shirt off, unhooked her bra and was standing there topless. I got on the floor and opened the cabinet...slowly, until her pants slid down, and i was eye level with her shaved pussy. I was getting hard again. I layed on my back and pushed myself through the stuff under the sink, getting to the shutoffs. She felt me stop just short of her pussy, my breathing getting heavier. She couldn't see me without giving away that she was awake which made the anticipation just that much greater, not knowing exactly when she'd feel my lips press against hers. It took all she could do to not reach down and pull me into her. She could tell I was close from the feel of my breathing, when unexpectedly she felt my lips press against hers, catching her off guard and sending a shock wave through her entire body..