Built at the conclusion of the French and Indian War for a sect of Nuns whose only wish was to be separate from the secular world, it had stood the te...t of time. Not a very pretty building, its imposing structure and placement in the northern Adirondacks insured that the women within would not be bothered by the outside world.I was met at the door by a stern faced nun. "Can I help you?" Good afternoon, Sister. I'm Father Michael. I'm looking for your Mother Superior, Sister Margaret." I'm. Saying this she stood up from the couch. I suddenly caught her hand and dragged towards me she fell on me as i was holding her hand and hip and said yes i came for dinner but not for the food the dinner is you and hearing this she smiled and said then what are you waiting for then have me. These words from her ignited me more and we started kissing lip to lip with more passion and were smooch each other vigorously she held my hair and giving deeper access to her mouth and i started pressing her. I lay in bed thinking how l would be looking for a new place to live or l’ll be in a cell the next day, but then my bedroom door opened l sat up it was Lyn, she sat on the edge of my bed and l thought here we go, lm going to get my marching orders, but instead she told me l was to never go into her bedroom again unless invited and stood up pulled her nightie over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, lifted the quilt to climb into bed with me.I raised her left tit and began sucking her. She groaned and bucked, as he lightly pushed her pussy through her panties. "Oh, good, you're running like a river. We want to get these adorable purple panties of yours drenched." She tried to increase the contact with his finger, but he was having none of it."These things are a little in the way," he said. He reached into the bag. "Don't move, sweetie, I have a scissors in my hand." She felt the metal up against her leg, as Warren cut her panties. Then, on the other leg. He pulled her ruined.