Less than her as she didn’t offer me even the cloth she wore around her wide hips. She assured me that I would be much more comfortable out of the s...aking wet habit garments. Although that was true, I very quickly realized, my public exposure became intense despite knowing that the nun’s compound was at the far edge of the village.With my head bent down in anxious prayer, partially to avoid noticing any villagers, I reminded myself that this was to be expected and there should not be any. But we both heard the driver of that SS, rev its engine three times, before he shut it down. It had a custom exhaust, and it was loud and proud. Dude had a tiger in that tank.I noticed Sandra reaching for the door release. “Hold on babe," I said, "don’t be getting out yet, the last thing I want is a confrontation.”She was definitely keyed up. So was I. That can work for ya, sometimes. All of her focus now, was on the right target. I think my dick was still hard; a portion of my brain still. My panties and thighs were soaked. The sheets under me were soaked. I was so horny. I grabbed my crotch with my hand and squeezed through my panties while I pulled my knees up to my chest. My juice soaked my fingers. Why did I have to wake up? Why couldn’t I go back to sleep and finish the dream.Then the thought of the cucumber from earlier came back to my mind. My head was swimming as I rolled out of bed and weakly made my way down the hall to the kitchen. “I think there was one. The small stuff we can leave in the woods for little critters to live in, but there’s a lot of firewood there.”“No kidding!”Sally appeared with a tray, poured a latte for Lisette and herself, a cafe noir for me, and settled down on her knees to lean against my legs. I sipped my coffee and stroked her head; such a satisfying feeling, both tactilely and emotionally. I happened to glance at Lisette, who had a curious expression, part thoughtful, part sadness.When we went back to work, Lisette.