She didn’t either, wearing dresses or ling skirted apparel as was the norm for most nuns. Even her blouses or sweaters and blouses were quite conser...ative in their nature. However, none of that ever stopped her desires. “Thomas, I can see that you’ve been having a little difficulty adjusting with this class. Is there anything, and I do mean anything, that could be helpful to you?” she said to him in all honesty. “I mean you don’t want to fall to far behind do you?” He had a C average in the. I opened my eyes to find I was now cuffed to the handle of the second drawer. “Oh no.” Karen was already on her feet and standing behind me gazing at the shape of my ass through my short skirt. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help it,” she apologised. “Although I don’t regret it,” she teased grabbing my skirt and pulling it down. I felt her hand grope my ass as I was helpless to stop her, not that I had any intention of doing so. The handcuffs came with an easy release and I still had a hand free but. I rolled her over on my sofa and began kissing my way down her flat sexy belly. Donna smiled with excited anticipation as I opened her jeans and lifted her hips up pulling them and her little thong panties to her knees. Her pussy was even more beautiful than I had always immagined it. She had it trimmed short with her dark brown pubes shaved in a sexy straight wide patch and had just a hint of pink lips showing. I pushed her long legs back and saw her beautiful cunt nestled between her thighs. Like forever. But it also made my body tingle. The fullness of his cock in me made me feel differently, a definite pleasure, one I would not be able to resist. For lack of a better term, Lawrence made me feel like a woman, and not some piece of meat to be fucked. My mouth hung open as he pushed further and further, until he was reaching that place my husband just couldn’t, and only one other had in my life. It was a feeling of fullness that was somehow special. It was hard to explain, and.