With a swift movement, he grabbed the Reverend Mother and threw her back onto a table. Yanking the skirts of her nun?s habit above her waist, he thrus... his cock deep inside, feeling the remarkable wet and soft flesh envelop him. He thrust, convulsively, letting the pain drive him. The Reverend Mother struggled, but she was no match for the focus that the searing pain in his balls had given him. As he reached climax, the Reverend Mother wrapped her legs around Paul, and urged him on. She was. We then settled down to talk about the history of the sisters, the length and objectives of Bev's visit, her thoughts about Sydney so far, and so on. She was divorced, childless, much more carefree than Wendy, and very experienced. Bev then quizzed me about my wife, sexual preferences and experience, my subterfuge in leading Wendy into being my willing voyeur. I kept my responses limited to CFNM encounters. The gushing admiration for my nudity, and the depth of questioning about my sexual. From his vantage point he could see numerous civilians wounded and dead. The rest had scattered after the first violent exchange. Risking a glance toward the enemy, he was in time to see the head of one of the security force explode. That would be Julia, he thought. She had to be over half a mile away, as she was set up somewhere outside of the airfield perimeter.Why didn't they just leave it to her? David groaned, as a fresh wave of bullets slammed into the concrete partition he crouched. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, “Re-calc-u-lating.” You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then if I made a right turn instead. Well, it was not a good relationship ... When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves.