Her breasts shook and dance at the percussion of his grind. They scooted about the tile that was now covered with streaks of jam, cream, milk, caramel... chocolate, honey, peanut butter, and a number of things that were no longer identifiable. Careless touches and licks were passed between them. This fevered pitched sung out. Her large breasts caressing him, crushing him when her arms wrapped around his head, firm wet thighs working against one another, loud sound kisses on his chest and face.. She gently rubbed her pussy lips, rubbing them first gently and slowly getting faster and harder until she gently came over her fingers then, wanting more she slid a finger inside herself. Working her fingers faster and harder inside of herself she began trying desperately to relive the sensuous pleasures from the night before. Finally she steps out of the shower, a little disappointed, and quickly dries off she steps into a pair of jeans and white snug tank. After a quick drink she decides to. ..even entering her became a flurry of prayers and demonisation responses until she was talking in "Tongues"....Odd that she had a couple of huge orgasms and seemed to enjoy the whole experience...BTW, Mother Superior , Kathleen, In charge or the convent was well over 60.I taught at this school for 3 years. Mother superior never acknowledged this strange meeting again, but on my report of a first year teacher she was very complimentary of my performance.So im in my second year as a school. His eyes did not meet mine in the mirror. ‘Why did you pick right now to tell me this?’ I asked. He didn’t answer. He did look up and saw me watching him in the mirror. I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed his words. I stood to my full height so that I no longer had to look at him in the mirror. I heard the mattress groan and the floorboards squeak. I knew he had risen as well. The air stirred beside me. ‘We don’t have to talk about this now,’ he said. I still faced my vanity..