After all, didn’t Emily Dickinson die an old maid?“Father? I didn’t quite catch your name? Are you a Jesuit?” the nun inquired, still a bit co...fused.“Father Mark. Let’s leave it at that,” I smiled, though somewhat flirtatiously, just not too brazen about it ... it was intended to sound unintentional and playful.“Okay, Father Mark. I’m Sister Amanda. Nice to meet you. I can’t say that I’ve ever heard of a Father Mark in this parish at all,” the thirtysomething nun answered, but something in her. Nothing like this ever happened at home. Suddenly Icould feel him ready to cum but I said, “No! Cum inside my pussy. Iwant to feel you there rubbing my vaginal walls.” Hecouldn’t believe what I’d just said. “But you might get pregnantsister.” I didn’t care, I felt too good to let it botherme. So he let my legs fall back down and got on his knees. I want toengulf his dick fully in my hole. He lifted my hipsand rammed his hard cock between my legs. I did my best to grab theblankets instead and. I imagined a beautiful woman slowly crawling up on the bed and positioning herself between my naked thighs. She placed one hand on each of my knees and spread legs apart. She planted little kisses on my clitoris and over my cunt lips. Then she ran her tongue up and down the length of my slit and dipped her tongue into my hole. She spread open my lips with her long red fingernails and placed her mouth on my clitoris. She sucked me into her mouth and teased my clit with her tongue.A man. "Even the soils are different, too different. It's something to do with concentration of minerals, and I haven't gone into detail with the biologists about it, but they say they're sure. They've learned how to manufacture Eden soil, it's why the plant samples we brought back, or their descendants, are still alive, but it doesn't occur naturally here. Even so, you've hit on a big reason SES won't even think about it," he added sourly."What?" SES has vetoed the idea, mainly because of what you.