"Yeah, I can see that," I said, practically leaping into the hallway and darting into my room, clutching my chest to try to stem the artesian pump wit...in.I was glad when Monday morning came. Ed introduced me to his crew, two graduates of the tech school, as Ben. They looked me over, saw that I was wearing jeans, one of Ed's work shirts and a pair of high-top work boots that he had insisted I purchase. It was a fall day but I wouldn't need a jacket, yet.The job was re-roofing a large home. Ed. Then it happened - he couldn't hold onto her trembling thighs and pulsating pussy any longer - he pulled back slightly and caught the squirt full in the face."Oh My God - I'm so sorry - that never normally happens - you made me cum so hard" LoriBeth babbled, licking her young studs face clean of her orgasm.In a daze they watched Crystal pushing Mandy up against the shower wall, mashing their young soapy tits together while grappling a handful of each other’s pussy.“Tell me about the Mom’s. And it won’t happen again, Yves,’ Stan went on. Yves’ voice came down the line to them both. ‘Well. Look, your personal lives are your own affair, but when you disrupt a lesson like that it involves all of us at the class. I cannot allow anything like that to happen again. You understand this, I hope?’ ‘Of course, Yves.’ ‘Yes, Monsignor Navarre, of course.’ They both answered over each other. ‘Hmph! Well. If I have both your words, Mr. Hinch, Miss Berkeley, that nothing like that will ever. Unlike most women new to the convent, she had welcomed the stiff, formal habit she had to wear while she was teaching. It reminded her of what she was trying to do with her life now, and helped her close her mind to men in general, and Brady Hopkins in particular. It was inflexible, a mixture of subdued black, gray and white, and that comforted her, because when she had it on, she knew she could have no man. She had chosen that kind of life, but had also been sure she could never control her.