“No,” she said, “You need something longer.”“I have tweezers but I can’t see.” I admitted.“Then use your cock,” an ageing nun sugge...ted from behind me, “Isn’t it obvious she doesn’t have a splinter, she just needs a cock.”“No, I do have a splinter, I’m a good chaste girl,” sister Martha insisted.“Chased by half the lads in Borchester,” the elderly nun chorted, “Go on young man, mount her, flood her with your seed and wash the splinter out, thats what the good doctor does.”Now to be honest my. He took off after we did the deed. I got myself up off the ground and proceeded to start to get out of the woods myself-when, from behind a tree, out popped Braden. Grinning at me.Chapter 8een - ChuckI don't know if she was under the (very erroneous) impression that I had given up, or something. Because she almost looked surprised to see me. Of course, she covered it well."Hey, Braden. Taking notes?" she grinned."Do you really think I have to?" I grinned back. She didn't know what to say to. Four hardening cocks were pointed outward, feeling their way toward four anticipating cunts. Eight tits bobbed and jigged saucily, and as many hearts beat with heightened excitement as they all neared each other.Happily, Regina went into the arms of her man, the husband of her best friend. She brought her silken belly up tightly to his swollen cock, and smiled as she kissed him. She flattened the nipples of her tits into his chest."A real family fuck," she said softly, running only the hot tip. He was sure of it.The hands stopped twitching momentarily. They had went into her ridicilously overfilled bookbag, it was gonna burst anyday now, and came back up with a quill, ink, and a piece of parchment. As the slender fingers started removing the cap on the inkbottle, he felt his stomach surge. Pressing just slightly, so that the fingertips turned white, they twisted softly, the thumb straightning ever so little, it made his heart flutter. The fingers made an arch, almost cupping, and he.