" She let me go and started toward the RV.I was only a step behind, and she had my cock in hand again before I closed the door behind us."Bet Mom woul... freak if she knew what I was doing right now, huh?" she said as she stroked me.Thinking with her soft hand wrapped around me wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do. "Is that what this is about? You're mad at her for something and trying to get under her skin?"She giggled. "Oh, I like it, because Mom's a bitch, but that's not it. I haven't. ... Again....' said sister Emily sternly, setting aside her glasses on the desk. The lamp bestowed upon the sister's virginal face a halo of silvery light. As always, she was wearing a blue cardigan over a white open-necked blouse. Her head was cloaked in a black veil: beneath a white wimple framed her handsome features. She must have been in her early thirties but, to me, she was ageless. Susan, my best friend at the convent, had once seen her at the swimming baths, and told me that she had. " Why would she?"'I'm a desperate, middle aged, lonely old pervert," he thought.He blew it, blew it big time!Another tear unexpectedly rolled down his sunken cheek and slid down into his mouth. It tasted salty. Salty, like the sea. He read once that if your tears taste salty, it means they are real, not crocodile tears. They really come from the heart.She walked down the sidewalk toward the train station.' It got her here, now it can take her back, ' she thought. She hoped to catch the latest. He reciprocated and kissed her back content to let her be in control. "Clothes off now!" She demanded leaving no room for debate as he started stripping watching her slid her dress off her shoulders suductivly.As he slid his boxers down his legs she grabbed his six and a half inch member and started to jerk him slowly he moaned savoring the moment. Then suddenly she threw him on to the bed stardiling his face and grindingnher dripping pussy onto his lips. "Eat my pussy!" She demanded.