Each day Claire checked her laptop for a reply from Peter, but none came. The night of the 15th, after they had packed for the journey North, Claire a...ain knocked on John’s door and found her way into his bed. She was wearing a short chemise, and, John hoped, a pair of knickers. A bare vulva pressed against his thigh was too much of a temptation.There were no tears this time, but John could see how dispirited she was. There was no discussion, only one statement from Claire.“He could have. I thought it strange when Sister Angela told me we had to strip down to our natural state of nakedness and immerse ourselves in the purifying waters of the holy water tank that had been blessed by a visiting Bishop straight from the Vatican for just such a need to prepare for battle with a demon. It was really embarrassing to see the young woman called Sister Angela in the nude, but she was so delightfully formed that I feasted my eyes on her fantastic breasts and her pert ass cheeks that. She turned and started to walk back into the room, leaving my friend and I alone on the balcony. I ogled her cute butt jiggling ever so gently as she walked away.“Am I going to regret agreeing to this?”, I asked my friend with a sigh.She turned serious for a moment.“I don’t think you’ll regret it. I think you might be a bit surprised, but you’ve coped pretty well with all the surprises thrown at you so far this weekend.”I smiled wryly.“I think this weekend has blown my mind so much that it’s. There's nothing for you to be ashamed of.He moved my hands to my side. I kept telling myself he's like a Dr. he sees naked women all the time.I see you've got perfect tits standing proud and nice nipples to match. Are they a 34B?Yes they are.John poured the warm oil on my legs and started to work it in.You've got a beautifully shaved pussy too with nice meaty suckable lips. I bet your husband makes a meal out of your pussy licking and sucking on your pussy.Hmm.John was massaging my legs nearing.