‘My poor , poor baby, they really did a job on you. You carried your buddy like that?’ ‘Yeah! I guess I did. There wasn’t anyone else to do i.... I couldn’t leave him behind.’ ‘Jake Murphy, I am in total awe and amazement at what you did, you are the bravest and toughest man I have ever known. I just have to cry about how you must have hurt carrying your buddy. How could you do it? How?’ ‘I knew I had to do it, I just had to. I shut off everything else and got it done.’ ‘Jake, I just can’t tell. “My lord the Lady is a Nun not a whore,” Carruthers explained as I dropped my breeches.The Nun gasped, “Any donation to Convent funds would be very welcome,” she explained.Now what I had missed was my mother and her chum “Beryl” Beril the Peril I called her, walking down the garden path, together with Mr Morley, who I referred to as mother’s gigolo.So with the Nun raising her habits and showing me her womanly charms I was wantonly seduced into ravishing her. I was surprised to find her. Let’s just change the subject, shall we? Hanna stared at me, tilting her head slightly to one side. “Is she fuckable already?” “We do make love, yeah, why are you asking?” “Her pelvis got fractured in the accident and… you know… her vagina practically got impenetrable. I remember her pussy lips shaking like a jelly, can you believe that?” Nicole shuddered, then smoothed her skirt with both hands in a nervous gesture. “You seem to be well informed,” I said, eyeing Hanna suspiciously. “I visited. Without even thinking about it, Mrs. Clark changed directions and walked over to the table to take the cloth from Greg's outstretched hands. If she hadn't had such a sleepless night last night, because her thoughts had been plagued with images from the stories and pictures, she probably would have thought it odd that Greg didn't clean up the mess himself. She dropped the cloth on the spilt milk and was going to use her foot to move it around, but Greg spoke up again. "No, Mrs. C. You should get.