He moaned, gritted histeeth, but he could feel the answer coming up from his subconscious."What do you want.. what do you desire... what do you need..... whatBryan, what...." No - no - "She stopped sucking him, and abruptly moved up, sliding her dark-cladbody over his cock, and resting on his chest. She kissed him, hard, andthe feeling of her face, now that he knew it was rubber, turned him oneven further. "Tell me," she said between kisses. "Tell me. Admit it toyourself. Tell me what turns you. Jenny always had a sweet, musty taste, while Sylvia was more of a sweet-sour taste, both very tasty, so I knew I was in for a treat whichever lady I was tasting.. Jenny’s bum was preventing me seeing what Sylvia was doing, but I soon found out as her mouth once more engulfed me. She certainly could suck, and her tongue was rougher than Jenny’s, or maybe I was increasingly sensitive as when she licked across the tip of my cock it felt amazing. Her hands were working on my balls, and also probing. They would all get swapped and passed around from one member of the family to another, all designed to keep them busy pleasuring congregants rather than planning mischief of any kind.“A little more tongue up my bum, less on my taint, okay, Sister Joyce?” Bob told his own nun, the fifty-one year old Sister Joyce.Sister Joyce didn’t enjoy rimming Bob any more than Sister Henrietta, aged forty-eight, liked sticking her tongue deep inside Felicia’s bottom. Nor did Sister Tricia, aged forty-five,. In less than five minutes, the downpour unleashed itself upon us. It felt great getting soaked as we made love. We went slowly this time, but, kept French-kissing each other, she kept squeezing my butt and I her breasts. She had her soft legs and even softer and unblemished feet on my back which drove me deeper into her. We were moaning as we loved each other deeply. In the midst of our getting drenched, our nude bodies were getting slightly clean on the Irish moss covering the underground. Her.