In a small village, the priest and the nuns at a Catholic church fled fearing the violence. Sister Suzanne stayed behind and, in the confusion, got s...randed. There were few white people left. Most had fled before the UN troops arrived. That day, in 1960, two Katangan soldiers found Sister Suzanne alone on the road. The two soldiers couldn’t believe their good luck. The Belgian nun was young, white and full-figured. The two soldiers, Sergeant Themba and Corporal Muzi, were young and. This was all going so well, it was just too good to be true. They were both on top of the world.Within a month, they were to be in their new home and walking daily hand in hand, barefoot and bikini clad across the Heath to the swimming pool early every morning.TUESDAY - BACK TO WORK AT LAST."Katie, are you sure you are fit to come back. You look awful! Funny sort of fall! More like you went fifteen rounds with Mike Tyson!"This from her Editor as Miss O'Brien, Financial Editor, took her seat for. I went out for some work, and came back home around midday. Savita opened the door, as she knew it was me. She had just come from her bath, and had a thin cloth wrapped around her, with the towel wrapped around her head. The thin cloth draped around her body, was wet, and her body contours were very visible. She was looking ravishing, and smiled at me. I could not resist her. I just hugged her, and the cloth around her body just came off. I saw her stark naked, and she covered her face with her. Then I move them away to slip down your panties, which also fall around your ankles. As I slide them down, I notice moisture on your bush, and I reach my hand down between your legs and your cunt is dripping. My chest tightens and my cock throbs at this sign of your passion and need. It has been too long for both of us. I slip my fingers around and between your pussy lips, and you moan a little. I draw you towards the bed, and lie down beside you, my fingers stirring your honeypot, one arm.