“Give me a moment to get everything together and we’ll go to a bedroom where there’s more room.” She got a bundle of clothes together and I fo...lowed her to a bedroom where she put the clothes down of an armchair. Everything was so feminine and delicate in the room, no sign of anything manly, “What a lovely bedroom you and Mr. Edwards have” I said. “Oh my goodness, this is my bedroom, Mr Edwards sl**ps in another room, this is my own little boudoir, no men in here, my dear.” I was a little. Her mind reeled at the possibility as she found herself staring in horror at Jack."W-what?" I said, do you wanna talk or am I gonna have to fry you again?"It was these two men, her demons, her own private hell. She wasn't dead after all. Her brother! Money! The thoughts all troubled together. As her senses reurned, Sister Mary Katherine once again felt the tug of the wires against her nipples and cunt. The worming, cold sensation in her shitter reminded the nun of the piece of metal skewered in. "Oh fuck! oh fuck! oh fuck!" groaned Julia on feeling me going deeper and harder into her."Yes fuck her hard!" cried one of her friends."Give it to her good! It's her birthday!" cried another.I carried on fucking her hard and fast for several more minutes, now really enjoying the feeling of fucking this fairly hot older woman in front of her friends and husband, and Julia continued to groan and urge me on, and very quickly we both began to get more and more excited."Yes! yes! yes!" Julia. Instead, I relaxed the tension in my thigh to relieve the pressure on Mom's back."Can I let you go now, or are you still too mad?"Mom twisted her left shoulder up to look at me but her eyes were closed. The action forced her breast tight against her light sweater, perfectly outlining its form. I wondered why I noticed and questioned myself for continuing to stare as it sagged beneath the sweater and then ballooned to refill it with each short breath. Mom's eyes remained closed as she spoke."Are.