He turned to move the cord to another plug. He had a flat tummy and nice pecs. I liked the color of his skin. Then he bent over to trim a lower sectio...."Oooh, what nice buns." I thought. "Mom and Dad would freak if they caught me watching our handyman..."Somehow, that made me hotter. I locked my door and snuck back to the window. I slid a hand into my shorts and rubbed my clit, watching him work. His lean, muscular torso gleamed with sweat. I shivered and cupped a tit under my t-shirt. I. 'The Marshmallow Man' was the moniker we all had been using for several years now for Chet, because he had also always been the tallest boy in our grade, and until recently, it had not been close. Chet had been a good head taller than anyone else our age. Chet, along with Freddie Sabarte never received anything but verbal assaults. Chet may have been built like the Michelin Man, but he was strong as an ox. Freddie was no physical specimen, but he was the youngest of seven brothers. Freddie's. Under the calm exterior, the convent was a hotbed of blazing desire and a need for nocturnal hardness that knew no bounds.To make matters worse, most of the nuns were the worse victims of the sex-deprived atmosphere and felt guilty at the slightest thought of carnal bliss.The nuns kept a careful tally of the number of virgins under their care and they lamented the fact that more than half of them came to the convent after losing that special state of innocence and tightness of entryway due to. We headed back to my home in Jayden's car and when we got there I couldn't help but think of what joe was going to think and maybe say about me coming home with a black couple. As we entered I saw that Joe was still lying on the floor as we had left him. Jayden and Laila came over to him, "This your fuckin' man?' Jayden asked me "That's my husband Joe" I replied "Looks like a pathetic piece of shit" Laila then said. Jayden then kicked Joe in his arm and Joe aroused to see me standing there with.