She was too pre-occupied with her own sexual pleasure. Carl's hand was exactly where they both wanted it to be and all that separated his fingers from...her warm wetness was the thin white cotton. He could feel the outline of her labia lips, could even feel them separating as he pressed the damp material against her. He whispered something in her ear and she immediately raised herself from the sofa for a moment. He grasped her panties and slid them down her thighs. She then sank back in the sofa,. Sarai tongue was hot and dexterous as she probed my mouth. She shoved me against the wall and pulled up my dress skirt, exposing my black garters and the curly thatch of light brown pubic hair."Are you really a nun?" Sarai asked, sliding a finger slowly though my vulva. She brushed my clit and I shuddered in delight. "I mean, what kind of nun doesn't wear panties?" Oh, yes, I'm a nun!" I moaned. "But we're still human. We still have desires!"I captured her lips in another kiss as her finger. I was in heaven, as he slowly worked his penis in and out of my love tunnel. Eventually another car drove in and stopped. I glanced at the driver, a man, but he stayed in his car and just watched us for a while. I'll bet he was wanking along as we kept going at it. My new friend has amazing stamina, and would pump away for a while then stop, as if he was peaking, like you do so much. I was just very happy to lie there impaled on his long cock and with his body lying on my back. I lost. I wanted to look at them. But mother was right there. My pussy itched. I had to know. I had to look at it. I had to find out what my sister texted me.I let Mother pull ahead of me on the way to the H Mart, a large store with Korean script included on its sign. I pulled my phone from my chest, unlocked the screen, and ... I wanted to melt away. The pictures were so naughty. The next one was her down to her panties, her left hand rubbing at her crotch, her right pinching her nipple. She stared at.