I declined to write about the ladies, my close friends, out of fear that I might be discovered. I was assured that if I didn’t give their true names..., no one would know. Still. I was hesitant to write anything because, you know, ladies talk.Then one of our group members decided she would start chronicling our discussions, so to beat her to the punch, I decided I’d write down our stories, often retold with great excitement every Monday when we meet at a local Starbucks.There are five of us, Jane,. What’s up?”“You’ve read the Bible, obviously. Why don’t you believe?”“If I could answer that question, my life would be a lot easier. As it is, my not knowing pushes me to read more and learn more and think more. I want to know the answer, but I’m afraid that I can’t ever know it. Remember, I don’t say that Jesus isn’t the Son of God, I just say I can’t know for sure that He is.”“And the miracles? Rising from the dead?” she asked.“To me, the Gospel is a like a history book or a newspaper. It’s. Janice would not be outdone. Omar turned when his mother came. Like Byron he was hard. What’d they’d done was questionable but this was taboo too and they were now both aroused by it. What did that make them? Omar’s mouth was dry. His mother was fucking his sister with a dildo. She was moving slowly in and out deeper and deeper. From the door the two had a perfect view. Both women were visible but they couldn’t see their faces. Their bodies glistened with sweat. They’d been going at it a. Our converstation got around to if she wanted to go out with me, she asked me if I knew what she was I said no she said that she wasn’t what I was looking at that she was special I said she sure was and than she reached for my cock through my pants and in a very sexy voice said she had one of those and if I was OK with that than she’d take me home and let me get better acquianted. Let happen what was to happen. I said to her I’m very open minded and would love to get to know her better. So we.