’ ‘Then why?’ she persisted. They both already knew the answer, but she was curious how he would explain it. If he would explain it at all, that...was. ‘Maybe I’ve been seeing you in that outfit all day,’ he said easily. Julie shook her head. ‘Is that really why?’ Again, it wasn’t phrased to be a question. ‘Maybe,’ he said, crossing the room to her, opening her blazer and taking note of the bumps of her erect nipples, ‘I wanted to have the new account manager service her account.’ He reached down. My lund comes back to life and i rub her ass with it, making her go crazy..And then i push her back and order her to lick her underams, her forearms.. and she does it slowly.. Shaking her tongue out and moving it lightly all over. and then she rubs her chut on my lower legs.. the way a bitch rubs against a tree.. spraying her pussy juices out.. and then she comes and climbs on me and we have a fuck in the sitting position.. her arms tightly holding me.. my hand on her gaand.. her sexy supple. Each nun had attuned themselves to know when they were ovulating. She stressed during that period that vaginal sex was strictly taboo. At the same time, she insisted that since I was the vessel of their pleasures, the sisters were duty bound to pleasure me with oral sex if I wanted it. What male, particularly a teenage boy would have turned something like that down? They seemed to love the oral gratification of having a male’s organ in their mouth as well. And they loved the fact that I was. I was eighteen and she was sixteen. I had seen her around school many times .I was in my last year of school and she was a sophomore .I never dared to ask her for a date I was older by two years. She was only sixteen she always was hanging with her girlfriends . One day I had got up the nerve to ask her out . she alright gut we would have to go see her parents first . We had to have her parents approval and if they said it was OK .then it was OK . we grew up together as children . we were.