The fact that the pretty female was pregnant was reason enough to be in the restorative Spa of religious retreat, but Sister Angela chose to ignore th... obvious and never mentioned it to the poor woman for fear it might cause serious mental disruption.Sister Regina was one of those bubbly persons that had a way of always seeing something positive when negative vibes surrounded her like incantations from a black witch with evil intent.Apparently, there were a few “black witch” personalities. I've still got a great body. I haven't had k**s, so my stomach is still fairly flat, my ass is pretty good, and my legs are long and shapely. I never have any trouble getting a guy to hit on me especially since I've also been told I'm beautiful, but mainly on nights like these I'm just plain sexy.Anyway, as I was saying, after I told this guy I wanted some cock, I looked down at his dick and was glad to see it getting bigger. His jean were torn and scruffy and he was getting a nice, big bulge. Where are you?" and I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost eight-thirty. I didn't bother to call back and tell her where I was and a minute later she came out, bent over to kiss me and I had to fight the urge to turn away from the lips that had been sucking Carl's cock. She kissed me and asked if I had eaten and I said yes. She said that she hadn't and she reached for my zipper."Can we go inside? The cement is hard on my knees. Besides, we need to be where the KY is."I finished my beer. She nods and as she does she wiggles her bum; my dick flexes in acknowledgement. I know Sam just wants to rest but my dick wants its fun. I roll her over and then back onto her front. “Lift your knees and stick that gorgeous bum in the air.” Sam complies and as she arches her back her bald pussy pops into view. I rest my dick-head on her puffy pussy-lips. With a little pressure and little resistance from her well used love tunnel, I slide effortlessly in. I’m back to where I started, holding.