As a novitiate it was visible underthe head covering. It was still him.He had a sign around his neck reading 'I am observing a vow of silence'and was...instructed to keep his head down, and walk with small steps, buthe wondered if he could convince anybody. It was explained to him thathe was not pretending to be a woman, just not to be a man. There was noroom for a man in a convent.When he was out of his room he carried a bible and a rosary, and stuck tothe shadows. In the dining hall he had. Oh, and, since he's still turned toward her, that's his dick pinned against her side... whoa, his hard dick! She giggles at the sensation and the implication, getting more turned on and now slipping a hand slowly and silently down between her legs. She makes a part in her pubic hair the best she can, gliding a finger slowly up and down the moistening slit nestled inside.He stirs, and she wiggles her hip against his manhood as he turns onto his back... slowly enough that she catches him eyeing. " She touched my face as I continued thrusting, "I'm your's now. My pussy is yours. Even when you get married, this pussy I will forever be here for you to fuck."Her words and pussy was driving me insane and I fought hard from cumming already. I slapped her wildly quaking boobs and dug my fingers into the soft squishy mounds. I held one stiff tit between my teeth while she bounced up and down while I spanked her ass.I began thrusting into her, my balls slapping her soft ass. She looked happily. I stalled for time, allowing the bridesmaid the opportunity to gracefully part her legs – if she chose to do so – without appearing to be eagerly slutty. I shook my head and grinned as I carefully slid her shoe off and distractedly massaged her bare foot with my thumbs. The bride’s garter was in my shirt pocket and soon I would be sliding it up Megan’s leg as high as the crowd demanded or as high as Megan permitted. This garter ceremony in which I was an unwitting participant is part of a.