She called it her “slam, bam, thank you ma’am” remedy for virginal blues.Bobby never questioned Sister Agnes’s motives in such tasks he only n...eded the name and the room number and would lock the door so they would not be disturbed before finishing the dirty business like soldiers assigned a duty they knew they had to do without questioning the order. Besides, in all honesty both of the participants knew it was for the best and they both figured if they had to do it they might as well enjoy it. I needed it to come down. I burned inside to see my Desiree. Finally, the elevator dinged, the doors opened, and I shot inside. I pounded the 17th floor and then just repeatedly mashed the door close button. I screamed in frustration as the doors just seemed to refuse to close. Slowly, ever so slowly, the doors finally slid closed, the elevator lifting me up.It seemed to take an eternity. I was practically yelling at the stupid thing to go faster. I felt red-faced when I reached the top floor.. I could spurt a good six or seven hard long gushes before squeezing the end to get the last drops out, if only I could masturbate into your wonderful sexy mouth, or better still on your tits and cunt and eventually up into all of your holes, cunt, arse and mouth. You were getting hot and horney when you joined into the fun with me in the garden, you knew that by wearing your tine sun tops and bikini bottoms and letting them hang loose and free that I would be able to see your nipples and down. ”She seemed to bristle slightly but then righted herself. “In times like this I suppose we just have to make do with what we have.”Abel nodded, silently hoping they wouldn’t find anything. He liked seeing her in whatever she scavenged from his wardrobe. There was the odd sense they weren’t his clothes anymore, but their clothes.When he pulled into the market parking lot, there was a line of people waiting to go inside, all standing a metre apart. Abel handed Summer one of the bandanas he’d.