For all I knew I was in purgatory. But the introduction ofBliss in my life had recharged me with a vim and vigour I didn't knowwas inside me.I know, h...r name is Bliss and that's a horrible name. She was product ofhippies, the type of hippies that live in a regional town, startpetitions over every little thing and make and sell organic soap atmarkets. The type of people that my wife and I used to quietly make funwhile walking past, back when my wife was fun.Bliss was fun and in no way a hippy. I. Abigail had reached down and was pulling at Sara's nipples. Sara's whole body seemed to welcome it, as she started to buck. They both orgasmed at the same time. Abigail, of course, had a strong orgasm again as I never took that out in the last session. Both girls were lying on the floor unable to move after what they did. I was still stroking myself when they started to sit up. "Holy shit. What came over us?", Sara was rubbing her head. "I don't know, but it felt incredible!", Abigail said.. I noticed that Mr. Satish was just staring at her cleavage only. I was feeling uncomfortable, when my landlord asked me to go back home. I followed his orders but got suspicious and went to backyard to see what happens. My landlord told her that it will be very tough for him to continue my studies as it costs so much, mom was very sad to hear this and she went on her knees in front of our landlord for help and her pallu fell in process, making her beautiful pair of boobs visible to all of them. ’ I closed up and began to sort the stock, what could be refrigerated, what would be scrapped. The stuff that couldn’t be sold tomorrow I placed in crates by the back door. At six fifteen there was a knock at the back door and Sister Alice-Maria and another nun came in, I helped them load the crates into their van. I knew it went to help the homeless and I was glad to help. I hated wasting food, and this way at least someone deserving got some food in their belly. I finished tidying and went.