I eventually faced forward again. I was staring into space somewhere between the front of the bus and the steps immediately in front of me. My mind wa...dered. I started to think about the guy from the bus. How I caught him looking at my thighs, how he then stood up in front of his mates and walked towards me and how he slipped his hands up along my stockings to touch my bare thighs and with his other hand turned my face and kissed me. I melted with his touch and then how easily his tongue found. "Please take a seat," said the Mother Superior, indicating with her hand which chair she wanted Mary to sit in! Mary quickly sat down and waited quietly while the Mother Superior just sat and stared at her for a few minutes. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, the Mother Superior spoke, "sister Mary Francis, how long have you been with us here at The Order of St. Catherine!?!" "Uh, about a year, ma'am," Mary replied softly! "And in that year," the Mother Superior continued, "how many. She had a clear view of my throbbing dick, I heard her say oh, my, as she stumbled to pick up the silver ware. I thought I would be getting soft, but, knowing Lynn was looking at my hard penis made me more excited. She stood to her feet all wide eyed and giddy. She could barely look at me as she figured out what went on at dinner. In four years thing didn't’t changed much, Mom and Dad fussed over which move to watch. Which was really funny. Dad was into the drama's and love stories. Mom was. I fought the urge to groan as her pussy came into view adorned by a light amount of brassy pubic hair, the curls matted down by milky juices—my cum and her cream. Her legs spread wide and her tight slit parted, showing her pink depths.“See, Mommy, no hymen,” Tiffany said, her fingers reaching down to spread her labia farther apart. “Does it look bad?”“It looks fine to me,” Betty said. “What do you think, Phil?”“Um, fine.”“Just fine, Daddy?” Tiffany’s dark eyes met mine. Her youthful face.