"You are good, baby. Marvelous." He raised once more from her heaving breasts and, with long, slow strokes, used her clinging cunt to drain the last d...ops from his prick.They were silent, except for their laboured breathing, until the newly deflowered nun looked up at her seducer and said softly, "I hope God will forgive ush, Father? It wash? Like? It musht be a shin?" It is God's way.", the immoral cleric said as his cock wilted within the soft wetness of her body. "Now you will understand how. When I was done she had me wash my hands in her sink and then asked how she could ever repay me. In the A/C her nipples had hardened under the bikini top and I just sort of laughed and said that I could think of a few ways. She looked me in the eyes and asked me about my wife. "Girlfriend" I corrected her, "and we have an open relationship. She screws other guys all the time, sometimes I am there, sometimes I am not. As long as we are honest at all times we are all good." Interesting" was her. “Are you okay?” he rolled onto his side to face me, his fingers stroking my soft belly. “Did I hurt you?”He had, but I shook my head. It was pain I had needed.“I’ll be back after lunchtime,” he said, kissing me on the forehead then the lips. He tasted salty. “Will you miss me until then?”“Of course,” I grinned. “But don’t expect a repeat performance. Izzy will be back around then too.”Pete pulled a face of exaggerated disappointment.“Sorry Penn but it’s half past seven already. I’d better get. Many grew rich as tickets sold in mass - Trainers became the patriotic rock stars of their time, earning enough to fuel the growth of stadiums, battle circuits and even video game licensing with limited edition collectible cards. Regulated Trainers went around capturing escaped and wild girls, becoming masters of their feared enemy.. those perceived fears valid or not.But our story takes place a generation after the war, where the pendulum of public opinion swings yet again. This generation.