I knew what she wanted. After a few emails back and forth, I told her to fuck off because I didn't want a long distance, email relationship with anybo...y. She pretended to be hurt and told me that she wasn't trying to have a relationship - just trying to be my friend. Ha!I know older sluts and what they want.I wrote a short and curt response which ended with -"strip naked, write my name on your tits, pick up the phone and call me".I got a s**thing response back in which she claimed I wasn't her. "We're picking up the girls, right? I just thought you might appreciate having Sophia up front with you."Yeah, riiiiiiiiigggght, Warren thought to himself with a smile. All he said was, "Why thanks, Dave."They pulled up in front of Sophia's house, and the girls came running out. Sophia looked quizzically at the seating arrangements. "Dave just thought you should have your customary seat back, Pookie." Sophia just gave Warren a smile.Dave got out and opened the door for Kate. "Thank you, kind. I no longer needed padding, but the uplift provided by the bracertainly helped, I thought as I looked at my reflection in the full lengthmirror I had purchased two months ago.My garter belt was in black as well, matching both my bra and my panties. Ithad small red flowered embroidered in lace above each garter, the tabsdangling down my thighs as I fastened the tiny hooks.My panties were high cut, and fitted snugly. No unsightly bulge was apparent,at most it appeared that my mound of Venus was. The "bad" nuns were reputed to be adept in anal sports and they seemed to prefer the company of women over men. Sometimes the "good" nuns were forced to either watch or participate in their depravities but they would quickly go to the priest to get shriven of their sins even if they were guiltless in the inception of the wrong.During the evening hours of our overnight visit to the shrine, I was invited to a display of the "bad" nun's anal games and I was deep in my cups as the wine produced by.