It was a dream come true for me, and since that night we had a shared secret, expressed through knowing glances at each other while fetching burgers f...r customers. Well, I was probably just imagining that on her part, but I had fallen pretty hard for her. I looked around for her, as always, and didn't see her. It was still early though, the afternoon lull, and I was scheduled to work through the dinner period. There was plenty of time to be around my angel. "Hey Steve, Walters is waiting for. Guccis or something. She had money or knew people with money. The background was a nice looking backyard, and she was lying down in some landscaped rocks beside a blue pool.Thankfully, there's Google and Facebook, and this chick, beside not being able to write a 2 page fuck story, gave me her real name. I copy pasted Brooke Anne Jackson into the search bar and presto, my chocolate cupcake bunny piece of mutton showed up. She was in college, Purdue from what the banner hanging in the wall said.. This time the convent organizers became acquainted with her affliction and it was decided that the convent and the sleepwalking nun would part company for the good of the reputation of the order.Rebecca sensed that her sleepwalking problem might be more trouble than she had originally suspected and she would have to get it cured in order to function as a normal acting person accepted by society as suitable for inclusion.The Gypsies offered to take her with them as backup for their entertainment. I was getting irritated and told her “bitch let me atleast shagg myself off, I can’t control anymore”. To which her facial expressions changed.She opened her bra immediately and put her small boobs in my mouth, to shut me out. With the frustration of not being able to cum, I started biting her boobs, and pulling her nipples with my teeth, she was in pain, but was really enjoying. She made moans and was making the session hotter, slowly I could hear the sounds , aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh, pullll it go.