It was Ava. One eye was open. The other swollen shut. It didn’t move or blink as Magdalene approached. There was brown patchy writing on the stone b...tween the girl and the Altar.“Lord, why have you forsaken me?” read the scrawl. Magdalen felt anger rise at the senseless graffiti on the floor. If the girl thought her life was bad now, Magdalene was going to ensure she scrubbed the floors till her hands bled.“Sister!” Ava didn’t move. Magdalene reached down to shake her. The girl’s habit was damp. .. well you get the point.When I finished 'his' story, I gave it a 10 and move on to other stories. But it had turned me on more than any story ever had and I found myself going back and rereading it - with a hand inside my now soaked panties and one rubbing my hard nipples. Then I wrote the author. I don't know why I did it; I guess I just wanted to tell him how much his story had excited me. He wrote me back the next day and talked dirty to me. He told me how he knew what I was doing to. It's a good thing we had a big formal dining room and a big kitchen to boot. I needed to do some digging to see if I had 15 plates of the same kind.Jenny said,"Just get the best plastic and paper plates we can find and let it go at that."I was thinking the same thing but was glad some else suggested it. I did think that we may have too many cooks. Jenny's and my Mom both were going to come the day before and start cooking. I hoped we didn't have an episode of the mad chef. I did stop at the. Your beautiful, beautiful cock. It’s hungry for you inside there. Please put it in. Please!”I withdrew my glistening manhood from Beth’s steaming pussy while she continued to expose my next target. I moved the head of my cock between the widely opened ass cheeks and touched the splayed anus with the cockhead. “AHHH!” cried Beth at the first touch of my member there.“It seems awful tight,” I said.“I can take it. I don’t care if it hurts. Just put it in slowly. Oh, yes….slowly….AHHHH! I can feel.