Were Mary Cecile not a nun she would be going into her junior year of college, yet she seemed more naïve than my teenage neighbor Kathy Warren.“Tob...,” she said rolling her eyes coquettishly, “Mother Superior would like to see you in her office before you go.” I was aware of that, but Sister Natalie must have had a reason for reminding me.Heading for the office I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind. As Mary Cecile talked with me there was something about the way she was looking my way that I. A couple years older than my wife, Liz always gave off the frumpy vibe: baggy clothes severe hair style, little or no make-up. Whoa! And it seemed as if, under that dull, drab exterior, she was hiding an exotic creature. Large breasts in a sheer demi-cup, hard nipples peaking over the edge. Low-slung french-cut floral-lace panties cupped a stunning ass. Seeing her now in only these sexy bra and panties, it was like hiking through rough terrain only to stumble onto stunningly beautiful mountain. Doctor Burnett returned to Abby’s side. “Forgive my language ladies.” Doctor Burnett leaned over to Abby’s right ear. “Abby, in case you didn’t hear what I said to Brad, I need you both to stop fucking right now! You’re throwing your vital signs all out whack!”“I think Doctor Burnett means it you two,” Maryanne said looking at Abby riding Brad’s cock.“Aww Mom, we just got started,” she whined. Laura and Elliott took turns eating his cum from Maryanne’s pussy.“You two should return to your. I could feel my tension building.I don't think either of us would have noticed a brass band just then. A pianissimo "wah," however, froze us. We each held our breath hoping she would go back to sleep. "Wah," forte, got Bob clambering off the bed and started my breasts flowing. A fortissimo "WAAAH!" rattled the windows before Bob managed to muffle Catherine with a pacifier. We'd put her in the living room closer to the apartment's one air conditioner."Yes, Kitten. You'll be fed. But you'll be.