Kristen tried to shake them off, but they only gripped harder, raising her head. Her eyes flickered open. Sister Saint Augustine was standing in front...of her, her face up close. Her expression was neither kind nor angry — just blank, clinical. The lack of emotion frightened Kristen more than the fact that she couldn’t move.“How are you feeling, dear?” Sister asked.She tried to say all, right, but it came out muffled. Something round and hard filled her mouth. She couldn’t close her teeth.“What. I held out my hand to help him up. He took it, his soft skin felt amazing. I pulled him up. "What's your name?" I asked him. He hastily wiped away his tears "Cedric" he told me I let go of his hand "Well Cedric" I said still smiling "how about I help you find you're backpack?" he stood up and thanked me. I found the kid who stole my new friends backpack and took it back from him, (sorry expecting an epic fight scene?) the kid thanked me. Without really thinking, and I'm sure without really directing her comments to me, she stared at my cock, and said something about how I was bigger than Bobby, and I was even bigger than my dad. She then looked at me, and this time her comment WAS directed at me when she said; "Baby, you have a beautiful cock; you should be very proud of it, and someday, it's going to make some very lucky girl, very happy, as long as you learn how to use it correctly!" With that, she stepped forward, and her. ’ He massaged it for a time until she was comfortable with him doing it, all the while talking. ‘You know I was reading a book, it said that if you massaged certain areas of the foot it relaxes different parts of the body,’ then with a smile, ‘mind if I experiment on you?’ She just smiled at him. He put her sock back on and leaned in to kiss her again. Then he saw the light shining on the spire of the nearby church. He thought it looked so stunning that he jumped up and pulled her along with.