The difference is that she relishes wringing baby-batter from a stiff cock more than a nun might enjoy scrubbing a floor or teaching an obsolete catec...ism to a roomful of bored 5 th grade kids. I’m imagining her as Sister Mary Murphy, from Our Lady of Bodily Charms. She ministers to those entrusted to her care and she does so joyfully, adroitly, dragging her body through the muck and mire of human sexuality to leave men spent. Is the deeply relaxed well being we call pussy-whipped comparable to. He looked at David questioningly and, at his look, David said, ‘I don’t know what these two girls have got planned either but I’m sure it worth our while to do whatever they say. I think they are going to fuck our brains out.’They walked away from the road a little and got to the centre of a large open space in the woods when Alessa asked ‘Hey, what do you mean “What we’ve got planned?” I don’t know any more than you do. This is all Jennifer’s idea. The only bit I knew about for definite before. She climbed up unto the bed and straddled my face, her moist pussy spread open. "You're going to eat mommy until she cums." I grunted an agreement and placed my hands on her big round ass cheeks and inhaled the scent of her pussy. "Eat me!" She commanded and slammed her open cunt into my waiting tongue. She began to grind her pussy into my mouth as if she were trying to fuck me with her blood engorged clit. I nibbled it, sucked it, and flicked it, encouraged by her moans. "Lick mommy." She. “I will work harder not to worry you husband.”I was staring back at Naci, my eyes squinting, as I was having a hard time with the whole conversation. Shaking my head I thought to let it go, problem is would I remember later? For some reason I seriously doubted it.I brought a bowl of what I considered mush for Naci to eat. Taking a sniff I saw her nose wrinkle a bit, and then she took a spoonful. The grimace I saw cover her face let me know it was awful. Sighing I nodded as I took the bowl from.