Whatever they had been expecting, it wasn’t what they were faced with. She was short, as all of the remaining pure blood humans were, a mere five an... a half feet. Her hair was as black as night, and flowed like rain down to her hips, which were full and lush. Even through the dirty smock she wore, it was evident that she had breasts to match her hips. Her face was a marvel of genetics–wide violet eyes with thick lashes, a tiny upturned nose, full lips. It was very obvious why she had been sent. Inside, you find something you didn’t expect. You take off your shoes and socks while studying a scene straight out of a movie. The chandelier is dimmed low and the inviting flicker of candlelight emanates from the great room. You’re drawn to it like a moth to the flame. The candles burn silently on the coffee table, but there’s no trace of me, save a white card on the table. You pick it up and open it. Inside my handwriting gives you another instruction: ‘Upstairs.’ You look to the staircase. "Listen to me Betsy. You don't understand. Because of mom, and the secret of what's been happening between us, I've pushed my feelings for you back, tried to repress them. I was wrong! They're too strong to deny. I was afraid to admit to myself how desperately I needed to hold you in my arms, kiss you, lay beside you in the night, make you mine. Finally, after yesterday, I let myself think about you for the first time without everything else confusing me. At once, amazingly, it was so simple,. That said, nuns have hormones and desires we have to repress. I believe a good way to test the strength of your ejaculate and perhaps the strength of my commitment, and I DO want to test that. If I exposed my body to you then it would be for you to look at a vagina and body you have never seen before." I gave a puzzled look then let out a gasp when she started removing her clothes. She took off every stitch of clothing. This woman was 30 to 35 years old. Her breasts were very nice C cups.