And worse, the frequency of his attention had waned. If she could get him to make love to her once every two weeks, that was an improvement! As a result, the pretty young woman had begun to masturbate. She knew that it was immoral and sinful, but she simply couldn't help herself.

And she was extremely horny this morning. Ignoring all of her preparations,

Tom had climbed into bed last night, patted her and turned away. She had tried to snuggle up to him, but he ignored her and was asleep within a few minutes. She was angry, but then felt guilty for being angry. He worked hard, and she told herself that she had to be willing to share him with the church.

More frequently, she had been remembering the immoral conduct with her High

School boyfriends. She had fallen into the habit of fantasizing about those experiences. As she lay beneath the covers this morning her mind drifted back to those days, and she remembered her last boyfriend, Dave. The last time she had gone out with him, he had driven out to the local Lake. She had begun to feel guilty about what they were doing, but when he pulled her towards him, she went into his arms.

Joanna could still remember how he had kissed her and begun cupping and squeezing her breast. She had moaned into his mouth, struggling weakly, but it had felt so good that she had soon surrendered. He had played with her tits, finding the nub of her nipples through her dress and bra and gently pinching and playing with them, making the young girl squirm and moan in his arms.

As she re-lived that night, Joanna's hand drifted down her flat belly and pulled up her nightie, her hand sliding inside the waistband of her panties.