Pooja was so skimpily dressed and in full white color. Oh boy, she was just in her sexy undergarments and a thin transparent shirt.The shirt was too s...ort and was barely covering her panties. With high heel sandals, she looked damn sexy she looked absolutely fresh. I guess she had just come out of the shower. My eyes stuck on her bulging 36d milky boobs. Her nipples were begging to come out of her bra and her deep cleavage.Oh fuck, she was just irresistible. I wanted to grab her and suck her. From the heady fullness of her ripe breasts to the downy thatch of fleece at the juncture of her milky thighs, she was incredible.She nudged her alabaster thighs apart with my massive knee and settled between them, my member turgid and pulsating like a divining rod over water. My fingers probed the silky flesh of her woman hood. She was hot and wet. Gently, I massaged the little nubbin of flesh that hid just inside her plump folds. She squealed with delight, bathing my fingers with her warm. My fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her harder against my pussy. I shuddered. I loved tribbing her. Our tongues danced through each other's mouths as we writhed and humped each other.Our musk joined the sweet scent of the flowers. A gentle breeze wafted through the meadow. My heart beat for joy. This was such a romantic spot. I would marry Sister Stella here. We would be together forever—just like my parents.Sister Stella broke the kiss, licking her lips. "Can you feel the passion building. I know he gets terribly jealous and wishes he could get out of that wheelchair again. But that will never happen." "I'm so sorry, Billy... for you and for your parents. But I'm glad you feel at home here with Becky and I. And let me tell you it's nice to have a man around here too. Since Dave left, Becky and I haven't had a man around to fix things and do all the man's work - you have been a big help to us!" she said with a smile."I'm glad to do it, Mrs. Greene. Anytime you need my help, just.