’‘Therefore, it’s not the closeness of the blood.’‘Then, I think it’s the sixth sense.”‘If a real mother and son were separated so lon... as to recognize not each other when they meet again, what the so called sixth sense would do?’‘You mean to say that the difference is not born with, but folly?’‘You got the point.’She sat there without a word for a longtime. I interrupted her silence cautiously, ‘What made you to ask a question on incest?’She didn’t answer, but asked instead, ‘Where’s Rahul’s. So the other day, we were PMing each other as usual, and she says she wants to meet up with me just for dinner. I agreed, simply because she’s an old friend of mine whom I don’t mind seeing. We met up at about late 6, at a local diner near my college. We both were excited to see each other because the fact we haven’t seen each other in person in years! So, after early an hour of catching up, she told me that she was really horny at the time. I was already gulping and steaming. How could I. But they were there, exciting dreams that often left her panting in the early morning hours just before matins. Sitting there crouched in the van like a refugee, Sister Dominic remembered those dreams. She had always cliinaxed just as she was awakening, just as reality blended with the twisted images of her unconscious. But those images were no more bizarre than the things happening to her and her fellow nuns right now.Stifling a sob, she moved to one side of the van. Drawing her knees. Seeing and fucking her half-naked felt so dangerous and dirty, even more so in a powder room.Our juices were overflowing between us and watching her fuck me just took me closer to the edge. She began lifting herself closer into me, rubbing my bud and grabbing mouthfuls of my aching tits all the while I fucked her harder.My body felt waves of bliss from within radiating itself into a shuddering motion. My fucking became more intense as I let the orgasm ride through me into her. She felt it.