Her room is 65, just beside yours, which is 64.’ She was waiting for me… I run upstairs. Room 65. I knocked, nothing. I banged, nothing. I could c...y, the urge to see her was so strong. I rushed to my room, opened it, threw my backpack on the bad and grabbed the phone. I called her room. It rang. And rang. Oh my God, possible that she was stoned? Oh my God… ‘Hallo?’ Karin. Her sleepy voice… Her sweet voice. ‘Karin, my love…’ ‘Roberto! Where are you?’ How many feelings in one time you can hear. She said that we could figure out what to write for her Internet entry and for me to take her picture.I arrived an hour early, but so did Sister Agnes. Apparently she was just as anxious as I was to do it. We spent a few minutes looking over the notes that she had made about her upbringing, her education, and her expectations for the future.Then she posed in her full habit for pictures. I talked her into posing with her head uncovered to show off her face and her hair better. Sister Agnes had. She stood their lookin at me in disbelief.her hand still in air ,water splashin down along the gap between her small round breast,her pussy soaked in water.i was lookin at her like a chil looks at a very costly toy .then she got alarmed and covered her breasts with one hand and pussy with other hand .i too got my sense back ran from their not waitin directly at home.i was trembling like anything.i didn’t tell abt this to rohit and i stopped going their home. One day i went to his home as wanted. ..it was still incredible. I took his semi-hard cock in my hand as he bounced up and down on me. He was getting harder and harder with every thrust, and I was about to go insane. I finally let go. I thrust up into Jakes ass one last time and emptied my balls deep into his ass. It seemed like I came forever. Finally Jake got up and my dick slid out of his ass. It was glistening with cum and saliva. I was exhausted...but he had another plan. "Can I fuck you now?" he asked. I couldn't.