At the end of the service I made a bee-line for the Mother Superior. "Mother Marianna," I said, "Id' like you to meet Laura." George!" she exclaimed. ...Lovely to see you, and lovely to meet you my child. Are you George's niece?"Before Laura could answer I interjected. "She is not. Listen, Reverend Mother. Could we have a word in private?" If you call me 'Reverend Mother' it must be serious. Shall we go to my study?" she replied, intelligence alight in her old eyes."The Church will be fine," I. I think he was having sexual dreams, because suddenly his hands were on my waist under my T-shirt, on my bare skin, driving me insane.Still squinting, afraid that he’d wake up, I pressed my body against him. I pulled myself higher, my nose almost touching his, but now his cock was pressing against my pussy, and it was driving me crazy. I couldn’t control my body anymore, I was leaking horribly. And then I started rubbing my clit against his cock, my panties were soaked through, and I could feel. No.. He just um.. used his fingers." I stuttered."You mean like this."With that Mike had his fingers deep inside of me."But did he do this?"Mikes face went between my legs, and I felt his tongue running in circles around my clit.His fingers probed my ass.He lifted my legs high above my head. He alternated his tongue from my clit to sinking it deep inside of my pussy.My hands went to his head, holding him closer to me as I came all over his face.I wanted more, but but he said I had to wait. We. "Thank you." Gerald smiled at him. "You have been a tremendous helptoday. I'm glad you were here." Thank you, Gerald," Rantai beamed. "It is always good to know that onehas done their part."They walked back to the racks of clothes; Laija was patiently waiting ontheir return."Are we all set now?" she asked."I hope so," Gerald answered. "I might have to buy a truck just to moveall this stuff." Buy?" Rantai asked."A colloquialism from his land, it just means he might require the useof a large car.