‘Headed to lunch?’ He asked as he stood mentally undressing me. He was a few inches taller than I with sandy hair and brown eyes, he always wore p...lo shirts and khaki pants with brown shoes in need of a good polish. The glasses on his face were thin wire frames, that didn’t hide his purvey glances. ‘No, I don’t feel like eating, my…my stomach is a bit sore.’ Hoping my lie would make him go peacefully, I was wrong. ‘Oh, that’s too bad.’ He said dropping his eyes to my skirt after relieving me of. After the second glass I was quite buzzed. I didn't drink that much back, and being tired from working all the time it didn't take much alcohol to make me feel it. Jill was just about the same way as she also was not a big drinker.We started talking about our sex lives while sitting at the table. It didn't take long to tell mine which was virtually nonexistent since my husband left. Jill wasn't getting much either in that her husband travelled a great deal for work and was often too tired on. The Latrines were emptied after lock in, Grace came for her at Midnight and showed her the yoke and how to hang a bucket on each end and then lift them to her shoulders, A door led t a flight of steps. down into the bowels of the convent then a rocky path down the mountainside to the open cess pit, one of three use in rotation to provide fertiliser for the village a few miles down the valley.The buckets were full and the shit threatened to spill out.Grace whispered conspiratorially "We used to. All in good time, boys!Young Donlan came and stood in front of me and I took his cock into my mouth.I had warned Pope he was NOT allowed to come in my pussy, but I may as well have saved my breath.Within a minute of being inside me he uttered a mournful "Sorry" and jettisoned about a pint of virgin sperm,right into my fertile and unprotected womb. The little Bastard. I grunted my objections, through the cock that was filling my mouth, but I couldn't really moan too much, as Donlanwas.