Thelatter were brief, but not the frilly black thingshe’d imagined. She moved closer and dropped the skirtover his head.He was under her skirt! His ...ock was hard to the pointof hurting. It was almost instinct to slip his handsround behind her and up the soft backs of her thighsuntil he was holding her ass, his spread fingerspressing into her softness. Her hands went behind hishead and pulled him against her, against thosepanties.She was so wet. She smelled of honey on hot toast hethought, yes,. There was a redder-than-usual flush on her face, and as she panted from the exertion I felt she was looking at me in a different way. "Well, I won!" I exclaimed "so what's my prize?" "Ummm -- a backrub?" she suggested. "Great!" was my response -- I'd had Kelli's backrubs before, and they were downright heavenly. Her hands, although small, were firm and strong, and she wasn't afraid to "dig in" and do some good. Laying a beach towel down the yard behind the pool I stretched out on it and began. .”“Alright Sister, now just wash your hands in the Holy Water, and you may be admitted” and she does so.Now at this, there is a noise, a jostling in the line. It seems that one nun is trying to cut in front of another!St. Peter sees this and asks the Nun “Sister Susan, what is this? There is no rush!”Sister Susan responds “Well if I’m going to have to gargle this stuff, I’d rather do it before Sister Mary sticks her ass in it!”This one is compliments of Joe SAfter a tiring day, a commuter. My coworker, he'd described her as 'proper', and I suppose that's as good a description as any. She had that air of structure, fastidiousness, restraint, but perhaps it was merely a fa?ade, a well-practiced fa?ade. Perhaps she herself didn't even know the walls she seemed to be putting up. Yesterday, last night, it had been a long day, it was probably nine or ten, I'm not even sure what time it was, it all blurs after a while. Most of the offices had cleared out, but of course, there.