Her name was Sister Angela, and she was as short as a little girl, but her eyes were those of a mature woman, and I had no doubt she knew which end wa... which when push came to shove when things got a little dicey in the presence of evil.I thought it strange when Sister Angela told me we had to strip down to our natural state of nakedness and immerse ourselves in the purifying waters of the holy water tank that had been blessed by a visiting Bishop straight from the Vatican for just such a need. Usually, mom is not so friendly with guests on their first day itself so I was bit surprised. Mom saw me and introduced the man. He was Sunil Sharma, he and mom actually went to the same college. He lived in Bangalore and had a wife with two children my age. He was the VP of a big MNC and had to travel to Mumbai frequently. Mom was very happy to meet him.I started to notice some changes in her behaviour. She started to dress very well while he was with us and even he seemed to chat with her all. He pushed vainly againsther rock-hard barrel chest, gazing pleadingly up at her big handsomeface.She just laughed down at him."Oh, I think it's my turn!" a baritone voice chuckled behind Bill.Arms like tree-trunks tore him from Michelle's clutch. He felthimself being playfully pulled by the back of his shorts andstruggled to keep his balance.He collided with a chest as wide and hard as a brick wall, he couldfeel the muscles rippling beneath it with his cheeks. He finally managed to look up,. He was driving me wild, circling my wet clit with his tongue. He slipped two fingertips inside me and my knees started to buckle. I was impaled on his fingers, on his tongue and I could do nothing but give in to him as I felt an orgasm beginning to build. Suddenly he stopped what he was doing and pulled me down on to my knees in front of him. Pulling my hair tight behind me he kissed me hard on the mouth. I was so turned on by the taste of myself on his tongue. As I knelt there, my dress wide.