Bertha's hand striking her bottom coupled with her screams were filling the study.David and Gill winced as they watched Sr.Bertha, who was smiling bro...dly,bringing her hand down on Amy's very red,sore looking bottom.They could see that Sr.Bertha was concentrating totally on the naked bottom over her lap and that Amy's pleas were going unheard.Despite David's wincing .he couldn't help but feel excited at the view before him,;a girl being spanked by a Nun. He felt his penis stiffen and glanced at. "Why not?" Her butt bumped the island in the middle of the kitchen."Because, you're...you're, I mean...your mother good god..." She'll never know. I won't tell..." I pressed up against her, our mouths nearly touching. "...a soul." And with that I kissed her and put my hand full on her breast. She folded into me, collapsing into the kiss as I reached my other hand around her butt. She was much more responsive than the girls my age. There was a desperation in her body. It was really erotic.That. ”“Mary darling, it’s called bereavement. I’m allowed to be miserable, it’s in the rules.”“But you’re wasting away. You’re not eating properly are you?”“There’s no fun in cooking for one, Mary. I’m eating enough.”“No you’re not. We’ve been talking, and we’re worried about you.”“You mean you and Lizzie are.”“And the boys. We all think you need a change. Why don’t you go and visit Aunt Ellen or Uncle George? School’s are off for a week from next weekend, so you’ll have time. Or why not go and see. “Ohhhh, your pussy is amazing,” I shouted. My hand was still working her clit. I could feel her shaking as the orgasm rippled across her body. The truck squeaked as our motion shook it. Her insides rubbed my cock repeatedly. It felt so good. I didn’t want it to end. The ecstatic pleasure danced along with each thrust. Our rhythm slowed as the energy faded.Our bodies relaxed. I dropped my hand away from her clit and our rhythm slowed. She turned her head slightly and I kissed her, still holding.