She was back on the rug again, sliding down with her feet towards the fire while she shoved her pillow under the back of her head. I did the same and ...e were lying on our backs, on the white rug, looking at the flames curling around the logs. I could hear the ice cubes tinkling in her glass as she took a sip.There wasn't any music in the background and the apartment was very quiet. The wind must have shifted at that moment because I could now hear the rain splattering against the glass on the. Her route eventually passed the courgettes. He paid attention to the fact that she was picking some of the longer ones. sister Joanne was on her knees searching for the best fruits. Standing to one side of her and slightly behind was Mr Robins. It was now that he played his card. He pulled out his cock and began to slowly pump it with long slow strokes. He had imagined fucking Joanne many times since last week and his cock quickly responded to this attractive nun knelt just before. Why was I unable to walk away? Was it just a normal, natural desire to view something sexy? Or was it worse than that? Did I want to be in Allison's place, committing forbidden acts with my son? I thought again about his strong, youthful body and his impressive cock. A clear image of it remained in my mind. It didn't appear to be one of those fat cunt-stretching shafts, but it was admirably long at seven inches or so. It also had that slight upward bend that stimulates your pussy's sensitive. “I couldn’t help myself. Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?”“Yes there is. Stand up and let me get a good look at you”.She complied and stood before him. The fullness of her hips and wet pussy almost hypnotised him. Her belly and navel made him weak in the knees. And her breasts, hanging free, were breath taking. The DDs were accentuated by small nipples that were so rock hard with arousal that they could cut glass. He had to have her. “Give me your wrists” he.