Mary had been a Benedictine Nun for almost 30 years,but went to St.Bridget's only twice weekly.When she finished teaching her class that day she spent...sometime talking to the good pupils,from them she was able to gather the names of those who were constantly in trouble,this was information she needed.She walked around the school taking note of the vandalism and more importantly taking note of the groups of boys and girls she saw hanging around the school grounds after closing. Sr.Mary was. Must know her sweet flesh..." ... such sweet flesh..." Fuck me!" I begged, barely caring about collecting cum. I wanted to feel their cocks ream me. I waned my living flesh joined with their spiritual essence. "Take me hard! Please!" ... slut..." Oh, yes! Such a slut! I love being fucked! I love cum!" No woman could survive as a mage if she didn't love cum. It was the best substance in the world. It never failed to excite me while collecting it.A spectral cock rubbed at the entrance of my. He took hold of it and pushed it against that growing bulge. Her only comment was an 'Oh!' but she didn't pull away. 'Squeeze it', he whispered as he lifted her dress till he could slip under it and feel the heavy growth of hair at her groin and this time as he slipped under the elastic of her panties and into that growth, her utterance was a distinct 'Ahhh!'While the others chattered and enjoyed the eats, he was slowly slipping her panties down while she was continuing to squeeze. No body. Needless to say, the relationship was over then and there, and Catríona was on the next plane back to Ireland.She had asked to meet up our favourite café to chat it over, and I readily agreed to it as the poor girl obviously needed some consoling. (And when I say "café" what I really mean is that it was a pub that had an outdoor patio area and served coffee.) We talked it over for an hour or two, me playing the part of the shoulder to cry on. And I could tell that this was really beating her up.