You should probably put on some underwear.It’s all too small. Wait, maybe I have something.Kylee returns seemingly unchanged. But when she flips up ...er skirt she reveals a shallow shoelace bikini.Look, I’m wearing underwear, just like you wanted!Hardly, that is serving no purpose.Underwear never really had a purpose though, did it? With underwear? Or without?Kylee pulls her panties down, then back up, down and back up.Does it even make a difference? Here get close.Wearing the thong, she kneels. . because of something I didn’t do . . . was too horrible to even think about. Jessie’s parents had left the day before for a few days. Her mother’s parents had been involved in a relatively minor traffic accident, and would probably need some assistance for a few days. So they drove to Valdosta in extreme South Georgia. Jessie normally lived on campus at the college about three hours away. Usually she stayed there on weekends as well, but since this was a three-day weekend she decided to come. Whenever I tried to move my arms or legs I was quickly reminded that I wasn't going anywhere, that raised my heartrate even further and intensified the sensations. For whatever it was worth, Mistress was right about that. The pain was slowly intensifying but the waves of pleasure were too great for me to want to stop. Suddenly my rapid breathing started turning into subtle moaning, which Mistress enjoyed. "Since you're enjoying that so much, I'm going to turn it up a speed". Then the vibrations. There she was with the wimple and crucifix, but also with the astounding rack she was hiding behind her tight fitting blouse. He just couldnt seem to connect a nun to big tits. Oh dear girls, I just dont know what to do if we dont find that church tomorrow, we may have to drive back all they way to Utah, Momma said with a dramatic sigh. Oh no Mother Mary Margaret Helen!, Faith exclaimed in fake shock. Momma shot the redhead a look, she clearly didnt like the name but was now stuck with it. She.