And sonny boy always seemed a bit light in his loafers. Now it all makes sense. “ He was silhouetted against the light from the doorway but with the...lights on, we saw he had his cock out and was stroking while he talked. He had been there a while. Under other circumstances, his cock might have intrigued me but in this case, I was terrified. Mom was huddled in the corner of the couch her arms hardly covering her ample tits. “How dare you” she cried. “You have no right coming here.” Leave. ”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You must be Monsieur Fitzsimmons?” a graceful woman with olive skin asked with a thick, French accent. She was dressed in a gray habit, belted about her slim waist, a white veil draped across her head, covering her dark hair, and a white stole that hung about her neck, hanging down the front of her habit almost all the way to the floor. “I am Mother Superior Maryam, please come in.” She couldn't be the Mother Superior, she looked like she was eighteen. I followed. "They're too small, come over here" she scolded.I stood in front of her as she tugged on the waist then at the leg opening. "They're too tight in the legs, and I can see this" she said as she gave a little pinch to my cockhead! Seems I failed to tuck it away properly and you could indeed see it's outline as it was laying straight up from my crotch.Although I had been jerking off for a year by then and had started to shoot a small load, this was the first time anyone else had touched my dick. A. Being naked in school, or with friends, was not that bad. However, with only them two in the streets, sky-clad, it didn't feel right to her. And even if she had said 'no' to Sandra, she had been sure that Sandra would have done it anyway. So, in a way, she did this also to protect Sandra, because she was sure that Sandra would get in a lot of trouble if somebody would catch her, with her hands tied behind her back, in the streets.Melinda, hoping that Sandra would change her mind, asked her,.