She laughed and said that's pool water; she'd give me a better taste. The water wasn't cool (it was a Fresno summer of 100+ days), and I wasn't badly...shrunked; so she was stroking and getting me hard. I'd have a hard time hiding it if any saw me up close!Kris went out her back door; and then back inside, slammed it loudly. The pool lights came on, so our options were limited there. I suggested we go up to her apartment. We collected the cooler and pizza, and our towels, and scampered up. I’ve always loved the undies, its the fact you can feel if a lads just been in em, nice and warm, and i love wanking in em, over the years I’ve nicked loads so i thought well I can look after the dog, walks, and feeds and that, and maybe just maybe, get a pair of his undies while I’m at it. So I went in the house. I was racing inside. Walked the dog. Then there on the wall was a huge picture of this lad, and he was cute, not what you’d call like a Hollywood hunk , just a lad off the estate but. He had just stood there as we had moved over to sit down. She looked back toward our exit area and saw our cases being brought into the area. She pointed at them and told the people to bring them to us and set them down.Obviously, her intent was that we were at an impasse unless someone wanted to resort to violence. So far, that hadn’t occurred yet. I had no firearm with me and wouldn’t have used one if I had it unless and until someone had offered me violence first.After a few moments of. My girl-cock kept erupting, spurting blast after blast of my futa-jizz into the nun’s mouth.“Sister Chastity Hope, swallow every drop!” I gasped, my pussy spasming harder about her fingers. “You’re so wanton.”“Sister Chastity Hope!” the new voice gasped again. “Stop this perversity right this instant!”My eyes fluttered. Through the stars dancing across my vision, I saw the stern face of an older nun glaring at me over Sister Chastity Hope’s shoulders. I shuddered, my fingers kneading my tits as.