.. and Father Murphy?" Oh? And what about them?" John asked, wondering if she'd seen them in bed together."Well, Brother John? It's ... like? They're ...reaking their vows. I've seen them. And? And ... well? Father Murphy has ... like? He's even done it with one of the students. I think we have to go to someone and tell. Like, this is a convent and? Don't you agree, Brother John?" But, as she haltingly told her story, the perceptive nun could see that the monk's eyes were hotly surveying her body. When I moved to her pussy, she chased me away. She had not interest in that since her operation. She just wanted ass attention. No fucking problem I thought with all the tight ass bitches I had fucked in the past coming to mind. About time I found an ass whore! I stood up to get out of the tub, but before I could step out she grabbed my hips, turn me around and started to worship my ass. She took awhile before she circle in on my asshole and them dove in with such abandon that you would think. I threw the coffee on and went to the bedroom to change. I put on one of my husband’s shirts, fastened a couple of the center buttons, then tied the two ends together at my bellybutton. I did not want to over do it, so I didn’t change my jeans. I knew that if I moved just right and bent slightly, he could get a view if he wanted. Soon there was a knock at the door. I opened it and was disappointed to see that he had put a t-shirt on. “Oh, you put a shirt on.” I said. “I didn’t want to make. She turned her head so she could kiss his cheek and work on his ear. "I know how much you like this slip," she said hoarsly, her breath becoming heavy with passion. Her hips had begun working so her slip covered ass was working his cock, jacking it slowly. She knew he could almost feel the individual fibers of tricot sliding up and down his cock. She guided his hands down the front of her slip, palms open. She knew he was enjoying the feel of the tricot against them. Then she guided them.