"Sir, are you married?" she finally asked."Call me Sean, and, no, I am not married, nor have I ever been." Girlfriend?" No girlfriend."She got an odd ...ook on her face and, after a moment, hesitantly asked, "Boyfriend?"I laughed, as I tend to do when nervous. "No, I'm straight."She stood up, and came very close to me."Am I sexy, Sean? Am I still young enough to turn men's heads?" She pressed up against me."I, uh," I stuttered as I felt my cock spring to life in my pants. I backed away a bit. I. My lund stiffened further. Aunt pulled the string of her petticoat which came down to her toes, she is fully naked now. The heaven in between her perfectly curved sexy thighs, with black hair from the bottom of her belly, extending to the joints of the thighs in a triangular shape, thick pussy lips. It hot up me further. I rubbed in between the pussy lips with my finger. “Hi, don’t rub, insert your finger and fuck”. “Yes aunty”- I inserted my index finger. “Umaresh, it is not enough, put in you. The strain on my arms grew, and my legs were splayed out wide. Sister Margaret stepped back, her eyes misty. If the poor woman just knew the wicked carnal needs hidden inside me! Then the Mother Superior was in front of me, a wicked looking, two foot long cane in her hand. “This is your last chance,” she bellowed and made sure that my eyes noticed the implement of looming torture. “Do you repent your sins?” “Only that I didn’t think of adding some creamy white sauce to the potatoes,” I told her. " But..." There can be no buts Hondilas. Lower your shield. I will not hurt you on my word."He did reluctantly and I found that Hondilas was actually a recently advanced mage and not an apprentice any longer. There was more but I simply put a spell on him to sleep. Since I was in his mind I kept the doorway open so to speak. I took a blank amulet in one hand and an crystal in another and recited the spell that would copy Hondilas' memories into the amulet. This took nearly ten minutes and a few.