I was so caught up in my fantasy world that I didn't hear the trucker enter the restroom. "Hmmm, what you doing their partner?" a deep voice interrupt...d behind me.Embarrassed out of my mind, I reached down to yank up my pants and in the process lost my balance and fell flat on my ass."You know, you shouldn't be walking around in the parking lot out there with your little penis hanging out. Some would say that's indecent exposure and I hear you can get arrested for that," he chuckled."I, I ,. My mother had raised me very liberally and we were like friends. She never stopped me from going to parties and always supported me in every way. She never wore sarees and that stuff and used to wear western outfits like skirts, denim, and shorts at home. All my friends loved spending time at my place as my mom was quite friendly with them all. We could party at home and enjoy our drinks too. At this time, I didn’t have a clue about the word “milf” as I had never heard about it.Once we were. ."Monsignor Flavin interrupted her, "You address me simply as 'Master', not as Reverend anything. I am your teacher and Master while you are here, not your confessor."Somehow she heard the capital M on the word Master and shivered slightly."Sir, I became a nun because I had always been intended to be a nun. It was something I knew had to happen, even from childhood, before I understood anything about Our Lord."A smile broke over the Monsignor's face, "I thought so. None of the V's?"Seeing her. "Michael? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be studying, or partying, or," she chuckled, "out charming more women out of their panties?" I guess — no, I know I deserved that," he laughed. "Actually I'm here because I was told you often walk here on Friday evenings." So, you've given up panty raids for stalking, eh?" she smiled."Nothing so sinister, but I did want to see you again. Could I just walk with you?" I suppose there's no harm in that."The two continued up the remote area of.