She would meet males, seduce them and chew them up and spit them out exhausted and so confused that they didn’t know what had hit them.Sister Agnes ...new the inner workings of these bad girls right down to their last condom. She had been around and seen a lot before she became a nun and she had the instincts of a survivor not matter the right or wrong of it and she was willing to take a risk to achieve a good ending in almost any situation.Those two girls and Altar Boy Bobby were Sister Agnes’s. One day he called in and he caught me with tears in my eyes when I answered the door, as soon as he said what’s wrong I fell into his arms and burst out crying, it was nothing sexual I just needed a cry hey, he pushed me back in and we sat on the couch and talked, he was so comforting and I had my head on his shoulder as he had his arm around me, we chatted for about an hour and he really calmed me down, I then asked would he like a cup of coffee and he did.When I came back with our coffee’s I. We fell into a deep French kiss and my hands started traveling to her boobs. I had got the green signal and her breathing was rapid and I could feel she was getting heated up from the drink and our kissing intermixed. She did little to protest and I took off her top and her bra she was wearing a black sexy bra and when I opened it, there laid my possession her wheatish firm breasts. My member was making a tent in my pant and I was feeling so horny since I had the woman I loved half naked in my. ”Oh yes. Fuck me and fuck me as hard as you can. I want to feel your cock sliding in and out of my cunt. It feels so good.”My son didn’t say anything but raised himself up away from her and started to thrust slowly in and out of her.”Yes, that’s it. Fuck me,” she said, grasping him with her legs, helping him pump into her again and again.She kept yelling at him to fuck her as he speeded up his thrusts and I could hear their skin slap against each other every time he thrust fully into her. It.