“I open my eyes to look straight at you but, I don’t break either the gorgeous deep kiss I am receiving or the loose, open handed massages my drin...ing buddies’ stiff cocks are receiving. Seeing you there I notice what nobody else does, that hard bulge straining the material of your jeans! You seem as oblivious as the crowd around you, to the fact that you hand is deep in your pocket and you have been rubbing it, almost since the moment first you saw us! I tighten my grip, up both the pace and. I had a perfect view of Sister Agatha’s fingers violating young Martha’s tender cunt and the view made me wet, thinking I would like to taste that myself when we return to our dorms. I began twisting my hand in the nun’s big cunt when it realized if I folded my thumb that would slip in as well, soon my entire hand was surging inside the nun and I pushed down and out making Sister Agatha writhe and groan with pleasure. Little Margaret was now bouncing up and down on the nun’s fingers and looked. He tried to remember what he could about her. Her name was Helen and she was a quiet nurse, had been there for a long while and single as long as he could remember. He was surprised he had never noticed the curves he was glimpsing now. As she leans over him to adjust some of the machinery a devious thought enters his mind as he notices her struggling with it. Deftly he begins opening the buttons from the bottom of her top as it hangs loosely from her body. As she concentrates on the task at. He liked Mass. Liked the sense of oneness before God. The sense of one congregation basking under the love of Jesus. He also liked the new, shorter sermons. His Grace's influence, no doubt. Felek had heard the King talk with the various Brothers regarding services. There were more, now, allowing more of those in the small lakeside city to attend. Most went, although it was by no means compulsory. To fit those extra sermons in, they had to be shortened. Felek kind of suspected that was His.