.." No, that's all right, Sister," I said with a sigh. "You just go on with it. This shouldn't take long, I presume."And it shouldn't have. Sister Ste...hanie -- she insists people call her Sister Steve, but I find that difficult -- is a bit, well, unusual, for a nun, but she rarely steps far enough from the true path to have much to confess.In fact, this time, she was through her list in just a couple of minutes. I suspected that with Father Dowling she'd spend more time in philosophical. As Karen’s hands approached my bottom, I became aware of a distinct warming all over, and worried briefly if Jay could smell the faint scent of arousal I was exuding. She seemed not to notice, as she continued up my back and shoulders, and started working on my neck and scalp.“Turn over,” she murmured. I complied, reluctantly. My breasts may be somewhat saggy after two kids, but my nipples are always a giveaway to what I’m feeling. She started massaging my face, beautiful eyes meeting mine with. ” And more shots.For another ten minutes I took various shots of my wife Cheryl as I hoped the photo shoot would help loosen her up for an even more ribald evening at the XXX theater. I hoped that she would be willing to play with some of the other guys this evening, not just me. I really wanted to watch her sucking and fucking other men.“Okay! Time to go. Glad to see you remembered to leave off the panties, so much easier for me to play with your pussy!” I commented as we walked out to the car. The more wood I could profitably dispose of, the more, and larger, contracts Billy would be able to bid on. The area had many small outfits that bid on the small logging jobs. All of the outfits had the same problem, how to dispose of the cleared wood at a profit. Too many of the smaller outfits got stuck holding on to the wood, unable to turn it back into the money they needed to bid on their next job. By paying Billy three bucks a cord more than the going rate, I ensured myself a steady.