In her experience, the cliche of men and boys lusting after girls painted thick with make up and wearing cheap, plasticky mini skirts was nothing shor... of a myth. Give them an Audrey Hepburn or a Kate Middleton and their desires would soon be made known.That’s not to say, of course, that clothes were strictly necessary in Miss Driscoll’s interpretation of class and elegance. Being obtainable was a necessary part of being desirable, and she took great pleasure in showing the boys that she was. “When I’m ready,” I told her. She threw her head back in frustration, but was clearly enjoying the moment. I slid my finger into her drenched hole. Her juices flowed out, running down my hand and along the inside of her thighs down to her ass. I ran my wet finger up and down just inside her swollen lips and she trembled. “Oh God,” she cried. I slowed down to make sure that she would not get too excited too soon. “Don’t stop,” she cried. My slowing down and then speeding up again went on. ”Juliana looked at the door-less entrance to the building. It was too dark inside to see what exactly was in there. It looked very scary and who knew what could be in there. But she had come this far and her desire to hook up with Luther and Rufus again was too strong in her mind and it drove her to not pause in caution.Julianna: “Okay sure.”She walked inside followed closely by both black men who looked at each other and shook their heads behind her. Inside, there was some makeshift furniture. "Oh, okay. Thank you, Reverend Mother." Sister Mary Julian, why are you still in your lay clothes?"The novice turned red and lowered her eyes. Mother Superior noticed her body trembling slightly."Did your new clothing not fit?"Without raising her eyes, the novice said, "I, um, haven't tried it on yet." Well, child, what are you waiting for? Are you having doubts about your new life?"The novice's head shot up. "Oh no. This is what I want ... with all my heart. It's just that ... um ... I ....