Today was no different,the heat was getting to her. The plastic of her saddle was making her knickers damp, peddling to an old tree that had fallen do...n in the park. Consedering last week it had done nothing but rain the tree was now dry enough to sit on which is exactly what she did. Propping her bike at the end she sat with her legs either side and just laid back enjoying the sun, her short skirt rising up as she laid back and stretched out. Her knickers still damp from the bike and heat she. I was trying hard to get free from trap but my foot was badly traped in it. I took out my mobile and trying to call my friends but I couldn’t as I lost the network.It was 2.30 am and it all had happened in fraction of second. The fog was getting more deeper and I listened something. I saw someone coming towards me and I yelled for help. I saw her first time there. As she came towards me the fog was became very high and I couldn’t see her face. I saw only 2 brown eyes which was sparkling in the. ‘Sit. Sit up.’ I carefully raised myself up, keeping my swelling cock lodged beneath my thighs. It was aching now from being in that downward position but sitting up made it easier. It throbbed with my heartbeat and felt so tight and full and sensitive. It clearly wasn’t going down anytime soon. Frida soaped my back and shoulders. Suddenly the soap slipped from her hand bounced off my ear and fell straight down my front into the water. I jumped as she made a grab for it and missed. Up sprang my. She could detect the voices of men among those of her fellow nuns, and she unconsciously pulled her wimple tight around her head. Her order was not totally enclosed, and they had some contact with the people (including men) who lived and worked in the nearby village, but this was not something with which Abigail was entirely comfortable. Some of her fellow postulants tried to flirt with the younger men, although only when they knew the older nuns were not looking, but Abigail always turned her.