....three more times, Jo. In one day. Can you believe it? And hard as a rock every time.” Betty continued, unaware that Joanne’s mind was wanderin.... “.....uh, No! no I can’t.” Joanne sputtered as she regained her thoughts. “Five times in one day! And he lasted at least twenty minutes every time. Hell, the last time I thought i was going to have to make him stop. He fucked me for a solid hour!” Betty finished that last with a note of exasperation in her voice. It was meant to hide the relish she. She lay on her back, her eyelids closed as she blocked out all other sensory input in order to enjoy every erotic moment. Holding myself over her curvy naked body I lowered myself down to the left and in one quick movement I licked the very tip of her nipple causing her to quiver in delight. I did it again before I placed my mouth around the nipple and sucked it firmly with my lips. She gasped loudly throwing her head back into her pillow before it fell to the right.By now I was getting even. And the nuns come out to see him in all his glory. It’s been a long time since I watched the film, but that image has stayed stuck in my mind. Well, that was I, standing in the hallway of my apartment building that Saturday evening. Although I was wearing a robe, it was unbelted. For all practical purposes I could have been the confused Private Charles Plumpick character standing at the gate of a convent, naked, with a birdcage in my hand. Only in my case the camera did not zoom out and credits. With a gentle push you open the door and slip inside, closing the door behind you and hearing an odd click from the lock. Out of curiosity you grab handle of the door, trying to twist it open once more. As you test the door you find that this time, it is locked..."Hey..."A quiet voice causes you to jump from your thoughts, making you spin around and face the source rather than ponder how the door had locked itself. The first thing you notice as you turn around are threads of crimson, the fine.