..... Do you mean a convent ratherthan a monastery? A monastery still has monks and they are stillmen...sort of even if they do wear those long dress ...ike things.Caroline's withering look across the duvet would have made most peoplesquirm but Tricia was way past that with her darling sibling so justblew her a kiss instead. With a lull in the conversation it was aconvenient time to ease Katie from one breast and onto the other.Whilst there was no reason in terms of having emptied one breast. She'd cleared the evening with her girlfriends and they thought she was off visiting family, not fucking her brains out with me. I opened the room door, and showed Lori inside where I securely fastened the door with a "Do NOT Disturb" sign to ensure no one would interrupt us.Neither Lori or I was interested in wasting anymore time at that point with small talk. After all, we could email each other if we wanted to talk more. All either one of us wanted to do at that point was fuck our brains. Next I felt the hand tracing the rim of hole, making it quiver, and then I felt it gently push cool greasy stuff (Crisco I presumed) inside. More and more was packed inside me. Then I was left alone while it slowly softened and melted, I guess the guy next to me was now receiving the same treatment. When the hand returned it had been liberally covered in Crisco and forming a cone started to push into my hole. Having been stretched by the butt plug and all of the day's activities in no time at. We shocked each other’s hands on contact. She rubbed her finger, then pouted up at me. “Haha, let’s try this again. Hand me your drink?” I placed her drink on the ledge next to me, then extended my hand once more, and helped her up onto the ledge. She picked up her drink, and scooted closer to me. Really not a bad day at all. Shit, hope I didn’t just jinx myself. Absentmindedly, I knocked on the ledge.“What was that for?” she asked?“Well, I woke up this morning with a sinking feeling that today.