She wasn't wearing the traditional habit, either.She had on a navy blue dress, cut just above the knee. Demure, butrather tight for a Nun! Like Sister...Ellen, she towered over my 5'6"height and slight frame.Sister Ellen and I had to forgo our ordinary after dinner sexualactivity, in deference to our guest. And, worse, she made me sleep in myown bedroom!The next morning, Sister Ellen came to my bedroom and told me to followher to the bathroom. She was wearing a long bathrobe. I put on mybathrobe. =====================================================================Day 3July 16Dear Diary;Something weird happened today. Timmy had the bathroom door open like always but this time it was open wider. I watched him from my bedroom with my door open a little. He started by making the funny faces he always did. Then he checked his muscles. I tried to be quiet, but he was really being funny. I think he heard me giggle. He looked toward my room. I ducked as he started to look my way. I don't think. A little ashamed. "Nothing to be ashamed about dear boy, she wanted to lose her cheery, and you obliged. I just wish you had used a condom." "Oh, no problem there Mrs. er, Sara, I have never had unprotected sex." "Well, that's a relief. Now, what do I do with you?" she said with a sly smile on her face. Harry knew where she was going as he ran his eyes all over voluptuous body. Man he thought, she is built for. The impending, and necessary, conclusion is beginning deep within me, yet I want to enjoy every possible moment of this. Sandy continues stroking and producing unbelievable results inside me. She methodically pumps me, gently pulling the skin along the shaft as a watery drop runs down the head. My insides are quaking and no longer in my control.“You’re dripping some more,” she tells me. I lift the drop off with my index finger and put it in my mouth. Sandy observes through her owl-eyed glasses.