So I moved forward and imprinted my lips on her softest honey lips. If there is heaven, it’s situated on her lips. She nibbled playfully and went in...deeper into my mouth. We French kissed. We were drinking each other’s saliva, and I started biting her lower lip like an animal.She was shivering. My right hand went behind her and groped her ass. Then with great difficulty, I put my hand from behind into her jeans. I started pressing her ass cheeks, which were as soft as freshly baked buns. She. She shivered. It was somewhat cooler now that she was deeper in the labyrinth. She pulled out her cloak, the only comfort she was allowed to bring, and swathed herself in its warm woolen pleasure. Then realizing that just sitting here feeling sorry for herself wasn't going to get her anywhere, bravely stood up, dusted herself off and started out again down the tunnel, continuing her trek.Even though it was pitch black where she was, her eyes picked up a faint glow reflected off the walls up. That usually earned an ashamed nod and a thank you and an adjusted attitude in the future. Isn’t that the way the world should work. I always thought that the Golden Rule could be compressed into a simple, four-word sentence. Don’t Be A Dick.By the time the second week of October rolled around we had decided that we were going to host a Halloween party for the neighborhood, actually, two parties. One for all the kids and one for the adults. We printed invitations and hand delivered them to each. "No reverend mother," I said awkwardly."Then poke me for my penance Michael," she said, "Get me excited so I'm a gagging for it and then leave me unfulfilled Michael." Our prayers are with you Michael," Father Rafferty assured me."What, poke her?" I asked."Yes, Michael, come on along, " the mother superior said, "Are my legs not spread wide enough in welcome?" Oh yes mother," I said and I knelt before her and gently guided my stiff cock into her moist old hairy and well worn cunt.It was heaven.