It seemed to me as though I was in for a long night at work and a long night back at my place later. Both ended up being true, but not quite how I was...expecting it to unfold.The day crew departed and soon I was mostly alone in the store with a few browsing guests, one sales floor associate who was busy organizing some section of the store that had been ransacked by middle school k**s looking for a particular Pokemon deck, or assisting the odd guest with finding one needle-work hobby book among. We talked online and while we watched a MB movie trailer jerked ourselves off. Damn was I hungry to shoot my spunk in her and together make some babymix to swap and enjoy – haha!I sms-ed her the next day with a crafty player-line and sure enough she was ready to go out. I told her I don’t date anything in heels under 3 inches and an inside and out clean and shaved clean kittie-kat that shows when she bends over and her mini-dress rides up her ass. Not a problem she said: I pay the drinks she. .” She stared at me, such a pleading look in her eyes. “I’ve never felt like this in my life! This can’t be happening. Not here. Not with a woman.”“It’s my tits, right?” I asked. “I should have worn a bra. You just can’t stop looking at them.”The nun flinched. She swallowed. “Oh, Lord, why have you beset me with such temptation?”I felt kind of bad for her. She thought sex was wrong. Her head was all screwed up. But even as she prayed, Sister Chastity Hope stared at me with such hunger brewing. She had one hand on my head, the other braced against the wall. The smell of sex and the taste flesh. My face drenched with her juice, she ground her weight against my tongue. I reached up for a tit, her nipple between my fingers. Voice, muffled by her thick legs around my head. Her pussy was ready and my cock wanted to be in it. Stiff in the air it was suddenly clenched in a grip. A hand tight around my shaft, and now a mouth on the head. Lips and tongue down and up with a suck. She was.