."She was cut off suddenly by a loud rumbling, like an earthquake, but there are no earthquakes here...EVER. Whatever it was, it came from over the hi...ls."Oh well," she thought, "guess it's nothing." And resumed watching the movie, slowly dozing off.Claire was awakened suddenly by a loud banging at her door.What the..."Who's there?" she asked.There was an answer amidst the banging, but it wasn't any language Claire understood, definitely strange considering her military service as an overseas. She had always liked the smell of pussy, hers included, but something about being buried in Andrea's sweltering confines, just sent her over the top. It was rich and thick, and ever so naughty. She buried her face deeper into Andrea's crotch, rubbing her nose back and forth in her silky, raven-hued triangle and was suddenly glad that she had came so early. This way she'd gotten to Andrea before she showered and washed away the previous day's accumulated sweat and smell.She sniffed long and. Probably because it was... here. There it was... ooohhhhh letme see... an hour is a day so... I guess it was about a month ago now.Maybe I had better start at the beginning, as it were. You see it wassomething like this... David sat at his workstation staring at his computer screen. It wasanother boring day, one in a long string of boring days. His whole worldseemed one long stretched out period of boredom anymore. Oh, he had hiswife and his four beautiful daughters. He had his hobbies that. She would do this more and more frequently through summer, thinning the fruit and improving the crop. The orchard was some 2 miles from the convent and she enjoyed her walk as it allowed her to relax, and let her mind wander away from her religious teachings. Her route took her past the garden being worked by a middle aged gentleman who she recognized. It was the painter, Mr Robins, who was employed by the abbess to attend to the exterior or their buildings. Mr Robins was clipping the edge.