She stepped into herslippers and then checked her face in the mirror. After touching up hermakeup she stood and faced me.As she breathed in I saw her ...ose wrinkle. "You smell like pussy," she saidwhile shaking her head. My mind reeled, Was she angry? "I think you need abubble bath, sissy." Yes, Miss Emily," I answered. I was relieved, although I had not taken abath in years. And certainly not a bubble bath.With that she turned toward the door. I followed her to my bedroom and intothe bathroom.. The old classic “save the old fool” routine.Suddenly, Sister Amanda all but dragged me to a small corner of the library, it being more deserted at this hour than usual, and sliding down her panties while lifting her habit. I was a bit stunned, to be frank, but I didn’t resist, and before I knew it, my dick was buried inside her. We fucked for several more minutes, her excitement growing, even as my suspicions grew that she wasn’t what she seemed. What was the deal with her, anyway? No nun that. My ass feels great and my balls even better after swinging free :)its almost dark and I can see maybe 4 other small groups of people hanging out. time for some skinny dipping, water is cool and great 2 more people in the water with me. after 15 min swimming its time to get out and go back to the hotel.It is dark now but the night is wonderful warm a full moon is coming up. somehow I don't wanna get dressed but stay naked.so instead of getting dressed I pack all my stuff in my backpack and start. Why would I do that? Well itwas partly the sadomasochist in me again and it started with just the onematch but I noticed how dressed like this he would actually pay moreattention to me than the football.You are probably thinking, like him, that because I was a girl I was justnot interested in football. You couldn't be further from the truth. Iused to play football as a schoolgirl and played for England Girls whereasRichard was not good enough to play for his school football team (who hada.