Before my father died, he wrote a will. In his will he said that if I was a minor when he died, I had to be raised and educated at the St. [redacted] ...onvent specifically, and nowhere else. I guess he had life insurance and it was to go to the church if I was a minor, to pay for my upbringing. Why he picked St. [redacted] convent wasn’t explained. This convent, however, was not designed for raising children, so I had to live in the same conditions as the sisters lived. Each Sister had her own. I tried to look down on myself, just to see how I looked during his nasty and pleasuring games, mainly I was concerned about other people around me, but luckily, the dress was fluffy enough to cover every action he was making, and nobody could see anything. I decided to go ahead with it, without objecting or complaining, or doing any signs to stop him, on the contrary I wanted him to go on as I was so horny and turned on by his brave moves, besides he was a super good looking, and very handsome. Not a goosebump appeared on her long, toned, pinkish-purple abdomen and legs, exposed past the limited coverage of her lime-green half-breastplate and armored kilt. Her ears pricked up -Around an outcropping she sighted her quarry. A draenei paladin, about as tall as herself. Out of her dishwater-blonde hair, ending in a pair of pigtails, emerged long curved horns not so different from the crests of the mountain goats about the steppes of Mt. Kota. She wore a set of ponderous sapphirum armor,. And the whole fucking time she just laughed and stared at me. But that night was when she had her fun. Me and my sister had always shared sex stories with eachother just for shits and giggles. but that night she asked if she turns me on. almost immediatly i replied no your my fucking sister. she said dee its alright i looked at your dick before you started fondeling me. oh shit my sister is a nymph!Anyways, she begin to take her shirt off and told me to touch her breast. i did and they were.