All she could see was a void of blackness like the bottomless hole of a well gone dry. She buried her head in her pillow and moved slightly on the har... mattress of straw and muslin used by several other novitiates before her.It was perhaps a bit fortunate that she was somewhat dehydrated because her piss-pot was almost full and the Mother Superior didn’t want any of the nuns in training to be walking the hallways at night. This was for fear they might be easy prey for some disrespectful staff. I mean, what if we get caught? Dont worry, well be fine. Just relax a little and try and have some fun, I know I am. We both smiled and I got an eye full of her beautiful freckle-covered tits. They were perfectly round and her nipples were pointing straight out. They were softer and more tender than anything Id ever touched. I swear they were hand crafted by God himself. I rolled her nipples through my fingers, gently pinched them and did anything else she might possibly gain pleasure from. I. Stella Maris I met at her first day at Amsterdam University. As a senior student I often led groups of freshmen during their first week in town, in a light programme of getting to know the University and cultural events in the city. An ideal deal for me: usually broke after a Summer holiday, I got food for free for five days, lots of entertainment and always a fair chance of conquering a cute beauty from the dozen I led, or perhaps picking up another attractive tasty teen.Stella Maris is. He had only just turned 19 and what thus 16 years younger than I. Ok, Poul said, then remove the skirt. I stood up and untied it, dropping it on a nearby chair, making sure I was facing Jans terrace in doing to. I couldnt help looking over. I just managed a short glimpse, but there was no doubt, there were three quite clear white faces staring over the edge of the terrace railing. I just hesitated a split second as I realised the impact of this, but I was so excited that I didnt care any.