She knows that her sex is heaven itself. She lies, her back against the carpet and takes everything you have. Your hands raise her ass and knees to me...t more of your hard cock. The corner of her mouth shivers in a smile at every clap your body makes against hers. Your knees are painful and red, from thrusting against raw wool. You wonder what her smooth skin must feel like, pressed against it with all of your might. But her eyes are lit up and you know that she would have nothing else.The bitch. May I ask how old you are, revered sister?” I used the proper form of respect, but when she replied”67”, I almost cried, knowing Pai would be 67 at this time also.Faith heard my gasp, and laid one hand over mine in my lap, squeezing and soothing as she responded “She must have been very special to you, and you to her I am sure”.“She was, and I hope I was also”, as I now held her hand in both mine.Like a baby, her presence calmed me, and it seemed natural when she released her hand, moved it up. As I trailed up I noticed she shaved her pubic hair only leaving a strip on her pubic bone. She stills had some baby fat to her stomach, but it looked like a smooth path to her tight, perfect, c cup breasts. Her areola the size of an euro. It was like looking at the statue of Venus's tits in the flesh. No tan lines, but a small number of freckles going up to her face. Which was hidden in a veil of curly strands of hair. Then I was back in the room.Apparently I could see thing now to. But before. Here,hold this little pink purse in the crook of your arm. Now walk, pansy.Walk around the room for me and Paige. Good girl. Sway those hips,faggot. Swing your purse. This is what you are wearing to schooltomorrow. This is what you are wearing when you eat with the rest ofthe sixth-grade girls at lunch. This is what you are wearing to each ofyour classes. This is what you are wearing in front of mom when you getback from school. So she can see what you are. Good girl. Now, holdyour shoulders.