When the doorbell rang, my bald slave scampered into the bedroom, leaving the door open just a crack.I walked over to the door and opened it. As expec...ed, there was a nun standing there, with Vonda behind her.She was five foot six with pale green eyes and a long narrow nose. With her habit on, it was hard to determine her exact age; but I estimated mid-thirties to early forties.She held out her hand. "Mr. Woodward, I'm Theresa Nettles."I took her hand and shook it warmly. "Please, call me. Where have you been? I have so much to tell you. When can you come see me?" Can't you tell me over the telephone?" NO! I must see you in person." You could always come here," I suggested."NO! That girl is always hanging on to you. I need to see you face to face, just the two of us." Are you celebrating the fourth of July on Monday? I could pay you a visit that day. I'm traveling on Tuesday, the seventh." Will you come alone?" Yes, sweetie, I'll come alone."There was a long silence before she. I lifted it on my hand and sucked it up, and I knew why they called dicks a piece of meat because Hooper's was thick, even soft. It didn't stay soft, though. I sucked it and fondled his balls, and it quickly came up hard.So did my own dick because David sucked it enthusiastically."I'm ready and David's ready," Trace said, pulling off David's dick and sitting up."Me, too," Hooper said."Yeah, me, too," I agreed, sitting up as well.I had leaned back on my hands and my dick was pointing up from my. And now that Emily could see that chest in all of its uncovered glory, she completely understood that admiration.They’re, like, bigger than my head, Emily thought admiringly, as she watched Mrs. Grant’s gigantic knockers flounce and bounce about as Jack pounded away at the older woman’s dripping cunt. Wow. I wonder if Jack’s conditioning ... holy shit, could her tits get even bigger? Without even thinking about it, Emily’s hands wandered to her own huge breasts, fondling and playing with them.