As she finished, Peter spoke. He was blushing and seemed to have difficulty stammering out the words.“I’m sorry, Sister Abigail. But there is one ...roblem. I need to piss. Could you get the pot for me?” Abigail smiled. “There is no need to blush,” she reassured him. “Nuns have to piss too, like other men and women.”She reached under the bed, and found the clay bowl for him to piss in. She put it on the bed and rolled him carefully onto his side before pulling up his shift for him. She could not. " Yes." Oh yes." It was wonderful mom. It's so much better than you ever described. I don't know how you were able to describe it at all. I wouldn't know where to start. Maybe with someone who had done it before, but you were talking to a virgin." Oh god yes, at least four times." As hard as I tried, I couldn't make him do it. It was actually getting frustrating because I wanted him to so bad." Carrie told me that if I could make him come in my mouth that it would last inside me that much. Let's beat those bitches!"Everybody had a blast that night. They annihilated their online enemies and progressed quite a bit, doing some challenging missions they previously failed at miserably. Chloe smiled happily, convinced that her little encouragement had helped to forge an even better team.When she was back at the dorm, sneaking into the room she shared with Bitchy Brenda, she wondered if it was time to show those guys just how much she liked them. Peter, Bob, Jim and Tom, called by their. He had just left for a full week trip to Chicago.I had already driven for three hours, when a sudden storm broke in the middle of the highway. Then I decided to keep safe and pulled over to a rest stop; to take a break and wait for the weather improves…Grabbing my old laptop and purse, I headed inside the little restaurant.I walked through the small lobby to the café at the end, swinging my hips, of course and sat down at a table against the window. There were five men around, probably.