"SHIT!" yelled Jill, as she obviously recognized me and lowered the poker."SHIT!" yelled Lynne in almost exactly the same tone and volume."AHHHHHH," I...groaned as I spurted one last time."MOM!" yelled Jill, in that tone of voice that makes it perfectly clear that the mother in question has GREATLY disappointed the daughter yelling the word."JILL!" moaned Lynne, in that voice that makes it perfectly clear that the speaker is horribly embarrassed, mortified, even.Jill stamped one foot. It would. Father... hanh... wh. wh. what are you saying?" the virgin nun panted, her belly churning at the unfamiliar sound of his lewd words. "You... hanh... shouldn't... hanh... talk like that?" But it's true, isn't it Ursula? Your cunt is throbbing, isn't it? You want a cock in it, don't you?" and with that statement, he tried to push into the vestibule of her vagina.Lying on her back with her legs splayed and dangling over the edge of the desk, the Mother Superior was completely open and vulnerable. Rochelle was about 39 or 40 years old give or take a year or two. I didn't really know and had never asked Tim. I pretty much kept quiet to Tim about how attracted I was to his mom. Tim was my best friend and I obviously loved visiting his house to play D&D or hang out or whatever, but my secondary motive was to see Rochelle. I especially loved visiting in the summer and stayed overnight at his house whenever I could during summer vacation. Rochelle was fond of wearing fairly skimpy outfits;. She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, using a cane and moving very slowly, she approached him for an interview."Pardon me, sir, I'm Rebecca Smith from CNN. What's your name?" Morris Feinberg," he replied."Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?" For about 60 years." 60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?" I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims.I pray for all the wars and all the hatred to stop.I pray.