"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 h...r and gently guided my stiff cock into her moist old hairy and well worn cunt.It was heaven on earth, "Lord Jesus be praised!" I shouted with the thrill of poking a woman at last, in out, in out, I poked."Stop, enough!" Sister Pious insisted, "My turn!" Just once or twice more Michael, poke it right in me boy," the mother insisted, "Jesus but. ” I was now perplexed. What would she want to talk about? Was she upset about earlier? Her demeanor didn’t suggest so.“What about?” I mustered the courage to ask. She didn’t answer, but walked forward around the coffee table, and sat on it in front of me.“Well…” she said, with a pause. As she did, she ran her right foot up the inside of my left ankle. I couldn’t see for sure in the dim light, but I could feel against my bare skin that she was still wearing the same pantyhose, now. “Go ahead, Sandy, grab my cock.”Sandy stepped behind Mr. Miller, rubbing her thong against his ass as Greg braced himself lower with two hands against the wall as he felt Sandy hands cup his ass, briefly rub against his asshole and then slowly reached around with one hand grabbing his shaft. He moaned; his muscles tightened as she stroked him a few times before angling his cock lower. His cock throbbed from her sensual touch and then he couldn’t hold it any longer. Finally, he released a. ”“Daddy I—““And, of course, I didn’t believe him. Not my little girl! She isn’t a slut like that!”“Dad—”“So then he goes on to say that the girl, Samantha, was it? I guess she’s the bitch who ratted you out. Anyway, This bitch shows him a video where you can see the boys, and a girl, with long blonde hair and a blue and gold ribbon tied in it, on her knees in front of one of them. She has her hands on his hips and her head is bobbing back and forth.”Ashley sank back into the couch, red-faced.