Suddenly, I felt my legs move on their own and a sensation of incrediblysoft fabric rubbing on them. Looking down further, I'd found that mylegs had ...rossed themselves at the thigh. It was just the same as theother girls to the right and left of me. In a way, it seemed natural andright, and made me feel more comfortable. Somehow, I knew it was anaction ingrained into me since I was a little girl. "You don't want someboy to see up your skirt," my mother had taught me.It was then I noticed. You could see his cock in her mouth, the ring of saliva gathered at the based of his cock, the look of pleasure on both of their faces.WAIT. Her face, I recognized it. That face, that nose, that hair, those eyes and those lips. Those were attributes to a face I fantasized about the time.“HOLY FUCK DUDE, THAT’S YOUR SISTER”, I shoutedHe clamped his hand over my mouth.“You promised that you wouldn’t judge. I’m going to remove my hand, please don’t yell”, he said“Man, that’s so hot”, I heard Phil. Pat was still laying on her bed exactly as i had been perving on her,i looked down, she said "dont be shy,you wasn`t shy watching me form the attic",i looked up and she told me her husband and her had an open relationship and she found me attractive,she explained all she wanted me to do was give her oral sex that`s all,after my past i didnt need asking twice and took off my shirt and dived on the bed between her legs,she wrapped her legs around my shoulders as i kissed her clit and started. "The Mother Superior's words didn't make a whole lot of sense to Sister Grace. The Mother laughed, as generally she was a jolly soul, and clearly understanding that her charge didn't comprehend her. So she tried a different tact. "You know what a hidden inner demon is?" A sin that possesses you, not acknowledged in confession, so you can't be cleansed of it?" Sister Grace recited a Sunday School sort of definition."Not quite, this is more literal. The monks hid their demon down here in an inner.