The difference is that she relishes wringing baby-batter from a stiff cock more than a nun might enjoy scrubbing a floor or teaching an obsolete catec...hism to a roomful of bored 5 th grade kids. I’m imagining her as Sister Mary Murphy, from Our Lady of Bodily Charms. She ministers to those entrusted to her care and she does so joyfully, adroitly, dragging her body through the muck and mire of human sexuality to leave men spent. Is the deeply relaxed well being we call pussy-whipped comparable to. She-that is, we-we kissed, Soph.”“Really?” Sophia asked, her voice neutral. Her head was on his shoulder so Calix couldn’t see the woman’s face. “Did you kiss her, or did she kiss you?”“Um ... both,” he admitted. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to betray you. She kissed me and – I don’t know – I kissed her back. I can’t explain it. I’m so sorry.”At first, he thought Sophia was crying. She was shuddering on his shoulder, her body convulsing slightly. It wasn’t until he heard the first laugh when he. Bending down to kiss her cheek, he told her goodbye, before walking away, his stomach tight with sorrow at doing that to someone as nice as Tracy, but his head feeling lighter for being on his own once again. * Sitting at his laptop he was surfing on the web trying to find some furniture to buy and have delivered to the new apartment. He had done the final paperwork on buying the place, the one he had seen on his visit over last year when his grandmother was dying.. He had bought it during a. I guess I’ll have a few beers and then get some rest”“And how about you, Jim?”“I don’t know. Do you have better plans, babe?”“Truth be told, I do have!” I said before putting my hands onto the thighs of my boys. “But these plans will only become reality if the two of you collaborate”They looked at each other, and I guess they knew what I wanted.“So, what do you say, boys?”“Well, Jim... I guess some nookie it will not kill us, isn’t?”“What doesn’t kill us only make us stronger, Bob!”Soon the.