I lifted my one leg and rested my foot on the chair she in which she was sitting. Emma now had full access to my pussy. Her tongue went immediately to...the top of my slit, and my throbbing clitoris. The same finger she had so recently had inside herself was now being thrust into my sopping wet cunt. A second finger followed as she continued to lick at my hardened bud. She pushed her two fingers in deep. My legs became wobbly as my pussy convulsed around her plunging digits. Just as the first. 'I shut the door and breathed a sigh of relief.I made myself a coffee with slightly shaking hands and sat down in thedeck chair that served as my best chair.I looked around the apartment as I sipped the hot drink and noticedthat the damp patch on the wall now looked like the shape of Africa. Itwas growing, it used to be Japan no doubt it would soon take over thewhole wall. What a dump.I suppose, as this is a sort of journal, I ought to mention how I cameto be in this flea-infested hellhole of. The girl concentrated her gaze on the circling fingers and smiled.Agnes was reassured, Maldea's smile was a positive response, and it looked as if the seizure was ending. Without any warning electric jolts of pure pleasure burst from Agnes's fingers and rippled up her trembling arm. The sister's right hand pulsed with orgasmic delight, and circles of depravity flowed across the young nun's frame. Agnes's mind was aflame, but still her moral code held fast. The desire for release could not. I wasn't trying to impress her. I'd decided, long ago, not to try to impress Alice, but to just try to be myself, whoever that was.I was kind of hoping that might impress her.I drove far into the Northern suburbs after dinner, arousing Alice's curiosity but saying nothing about our destination. When we finally pulled up in front of a drive-in hamburger joint, she just gave me a look that said, "OK, now what?"The waitresses were on roller skates at this place -- old-fashioned clamp-on skates --.