I was drunk on the bliss. It boiled through my mind. My head tossed from side to side as the dual delights drowned me in ecstasy. My girl-cock kept er...pting, spurting blast after blast of my futa-jizz into the nun's mouth.“Sister Chastity Hope, swallow every drop!” I gasped, my pussy spasming harder about her fingers. “You're so wanton.”“Sister Chastity Hope!” the new voice gasped again. “Stop this perversity right this instant!”My eyes fluttered. Through the stars dancing across my vision, I. He gave her a hand with that. Now he was surprised to see that she did have panties on underneath, skimpy black lacy ones.She said, “You see what I mean? I’ve got bad-girl panties on too. I shouldn’t be wearing them, but I can’t control myself. I want to feel like a real whore under my clothes. Take them down; give me more smacks on my exposed behind.”Josephine was already showing marks from the spanking on the seat of her bloomers. Now her backside reddened even more. Jake was impressed by her. Kyuki rishab aur meri family bahot close hai so mere parents aur uske parents ne hume saath hi rehne ko kaha tha .Hum dono bachpan se saath rehte hai toh maine rishab ko pehli hi keh diya tha ki rishab mummy-papa bahar jane wale hai toh ek bottle daru aur ganja ka jugad kar lena. Usse bhi idea pasand aaya aur usne 50 gm ganja aur ek bottle daru aur cold drink pehle hi lakar rakh diya .Uss din hamare parents sham ko 5 baje hi ghar se chale gaye the . Rishab aur mai, meri ghar mai hi the . Rishab. And the third was a full frontal with me holding a white cardboard sign over my stomach with a phone number on it. I had one of my prior ’dates’ help me take those pictures. The phone number was actually suggested by one of the men that I met. I was having problems with my pictures where people wouldn’t believe that they were really me. I guess there aren’t a lot of twenty-one year old girls that do this sort of thing. At least ones that aren’t asking for money to do it. If you are wondering.