And Emily, who looked like she could have been a descendent of Sophia Loren, dark and fiery. “Here I am,” said Susan, trying not to lose her nerve... The women embraced, getting used to how they fit together, and kissed over and over again. Their hands explored each other’s bodies. Susan reflected that this was both unknown and familiar as it was a female body. Emily let this progress slowly, wanting to avoid scaring Susan with what was happening. Kisses and gentle touches changed to more. I lifted her top to reveal her magnificent breasts, firm with nice big brown nipples. I instantly began sucking and licking them, making her nipples hard. I moved back up and began to kiss her neck and ears as i squeezed her tits, tweaking her hard nips.She let out little sighs and delicate moans as my hand moved down between her legs. I put my hand down her tracksuit trousers and started to rub her pussy through her knickers. I could feel she was already wet through her underwear. I pulled. She loved how the coolness felt against her skin, how she would feel the tingling sensations as she rubbed her warm hands over her bare stomach. She loved how her exposed nipples would react as her fingertips slid lightly over them. How she would feel that familiar wetness building as she rubbed her legs together.Her hand slowly caressed her body as another gust of cool breeze swept through her bedroom. Her fingers slipping slowly into her white cotton panties, brushing over her trimmed patch. The elderly and wise religious woman had seen this all too often in her role as the Mother Superior of the Order of long-robed Sisters of the Poor. Ursula was not the first female under her supervision that had fallen victim to the weakness of the body in a state of complete abstinence. She kept the little tool for those most seriously afflicted by insidious workings of the fiend from Hell.Ursula feared she had overdone the use of the whip on her tender body. It was true that the more she.