Oh shit'.Once she had taken it all in she began to slowly ride up and down on me.I had to get her to take off the conical bra or i would have been bru...sed all over my face.Once she had done this i was able to see what a magnificent pair of tits she had.For a woman in her fifties they were stiil pert and when i took them in my hand i discovered how firm they were.She took her lace top off and said'Take my tits in your mouth.I love having them sucked whilst i am having sex.That's it.Bite my. Circling back to her front, you get a handful of her breasts too, squeezing gently. The sundress wrinkles under your grip."Open," you say, and she opens her mouth, eyes towards the ceiling, tongue out. There's not much to inspect, but you savor the view for a moment. "Tits." She closes her mouth, eyes back to straight ahead, and slides the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. You tug gently down on the dress as her hands return to behind her head, and with a visual pop her perky boobs. How could this happen?With two bottles occupying my grip I glanced to Sylvia who was arranging food on plates. She looked at us and smiled with a wink and kept busy. My gaze slowly returned to Sister Jane who was also smiling. “uhm.” I had no sensible response. How could I? Then Sister put her other hand on my penis to full focus massage the forbidden. “Surely you’re remembering a little aren’t you?” I wasn’t sure yet there was an odd familiarity, sure, could have merely been her black robes. You hear her lick her fingers and smell the lust even stronger on her. You are determined to maintain control, “let me taste your fingers”. Sandra puts her fingers close to your nose, “I’ll be nice and let you smell”. You think to yourself, “if I ever get my hands on her”. The nails, her nails are sliding across your chest. Sandra pinches each of your nipples followed by a gentle breeze. You begin wondering what is next. You had no idea how sensual Sandra is, nor how creative she is. .