A soft, slow kiss, the tip of her tongue teasingly playing with my lips and tongue.She let her lips and tongue slide down my cheek and neck and chest,...lingering at my nipples. She used her lips and teeth on them and got me squirming a bit. All the while she let her fingers trace my body, just lightly touching my skin and sometimes she raked her nails down the side of my body, or on the inside of my arms. Not really tickling, but allmost. I am quite ticklish, but in a good way. I can stand it. ” Together, the two of them wrestled with the heavy brass rods off their mountings and set them aside. Almost immediately the wind off the ocean began rattling the shutters in the frame.“Outside, the ground slopes, and the ledge is only a few paces away. There’s a sluice trench that is easy to miss in the dark. Be careful,” Janie cautioned Victoria.“Thank you,” the Inquisitor said. “Mercy, can you help me?”Mercy started helping Victoria remove her cloak and equipment harness. Outside, a pistol. Her pink tinted pussy lips that were dripping wet with her juices burst forth with brazen pride inside the privacy of the suddenly heated shelter.The younger nun was known as Sister Ruth in the convent and she was a favorite of the older nuns that fully appreciated her soft skin and pretty face. Sister Ruth was not inclined in that direction but she saw no problem in giving the frustrated Sisters the pleasures they desperately needed. This opportunity to being used by a demanding shaft was the. ”She was right -- our generation didn’t have the ‘green thing’ in its day.Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.But we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage.