Not really his thing but he felt it was expected of him, just pert of the culture, and.. well it was his thing really. The nun shrieked with each stro...e and Gray continued the whipping as he struggled out of his clothes.When he was finally naked the nun was wimpering and quivering with pain.Gray gave one last stroke and as she recovered he quickly pushed his cock into her pussy, going right in he thrust forward aggressively. This was so much better than shagging parishoners he thought, without. It wasn't until youwere a teenager that I realized you were still too pretty to be a boy." So are you saying that you were still hoping I'd be a girl?" Yes, Sandy ... every time you and I did something together that momsand daughters do, like baking or decorating, or when I helped you withyou hair ... I found myself imagining that you really were my daughter. Iwanted so much to be able to have that emotional connection that onlyhappens between women." But don't you think we have it anyway?" I. I tried to think about it. Maybe one the trains atMK Central, the ones from the north towards London or opposite, theyare so fast when passing through, there's hardly a chance to survive,it would squash me into tiny bits. Probably very unpleasant in theaftermath, but I wouldn't be there for that. So why bother.I went there. Often. But once I stood at the platform, I couldn't doit. I was like rooted into the ground, couldn't move my legs until thetrain was long gone."Y'alright, lad?" I woke from. ” That admission makes me blush a little because her mother and I can get a little wild sometimes during our sexcapades and I wonder how much she has really seen. I also wonder how she has seen us since we always do it behind closed doors or when she has been out of the house. She goes on, “I’ve noticed that you always try to make her cum before you fuck her and I want that. I want to feel that I matter and that my pleasure matters and that I’m not just a receptacle for cum. While I was playing.