15 Min. war sie am Ziel. Schillerstr.36Es lag ein kleines Ladenlokal vor ihr, bei dem die Fensterscheiben noch mit Zeitungen verklebt waren. Der Name ...es Ladens war zu erkennen: BODYART stand in großen Buchstaben über der Türe. Auf einem Plaket an der Türe noch: Neueröffnung am Samstag, mit dem Datum von Morgen. Hier würde sie Morgen auf jeden Fall auftauchen und am Montag sofort den Besitzer feststellen lassen. Dann könnte sie die Falle zuschnappen lassen. Sie freute sich schon, die werden. As soon as we got settled at our desks, Connie pulled Donna's file from one of the filing cabinets. The latest entry showed her as "under adoption proceedings, case suspended".There were no names, but we smiled.Going back to the start of the file, we learned Donna had begun life in Our Lady of the Angels Home in Fargo. We knew it as one of the three homes for unwed mothers in the state. Connie took a chance and called.She was connected to the Records Desk, and talked to a nun named Sister Ann.. The friction and the heat felt amazing sending a shiver to the soles of my feet. She moved her thumb so it was rubbing my clit and placed two fingers at my opening, it was so wet her fingers were covered. She teased me, just rubbing gently with her finger tips while her thumb massaged my clit. I was aching for her fingers inside me and she knew it. I was grinding my pussy against her hand, begging her to fuck me with her fingers. She pulled her face away from mine and looked at me for a second. We slept on the hearth for the rest of the night making love again as dawn broke The rest of the day passed in a blur I moved in to Karen’s room during the day and for the remaining two weeks were magic has Karen and I became committed lovers I knew my future lay with my darling Sister.For the next ten weeks every weekend from Friday to Monday we spent together getting to know each other and falling deeper in love.In was mid November when my world imploded we had as usual spent the weekend.