Her face had beads of perspiration due to the marathon we were doing and I could see her breasts standing on her beautiful chest like two round shaped...pyramids and totally flat tummy. Not even a single ounce of extra fat on it. A deep navel deserved licking, my eyes traveled to her thigh joint. There, I found a beautiful vagina recently shaved, had small growing hairs on it, still the opening was wide due to recent fucking and two slender legs, creamy in color hair less and smooth deserved to. The Sister stood before her Mother Superior with her head bowed in shame so far that her Swiss wimple threatened to fall off. The Reverend Mother thought she was the very picture of abject disgrace. A memory of the naked body of the Sister before her floated in her mind. It had only been a brief glimpse before the two miscreants reacted to her presence, but it presented a picture of plump breasts, sparse hair on her belly which was glistening with the outpourings of her shuddering, rosy skin on. She’d stayed a mile behind the group while the sun was still up, following their trail, but as the evening turned dark, she’d gradually closed the distance.It was late now, well past sundown, and the mercenaries had stopped to make camp—if it could be called that. There was no moon, and the stars only provided a small bit of light, mostly blocked by a light covering of clouds. There was no wizard this time, and no mage lights. The men had scrounged up two torches before leaving, using them as. I put them in my pocket and walked back into the kitchen. “Better. Now sit down and eat.” I was famished from last night and wolfed down my breakfast. I watched as my mom was finishing hers. Her robe as half open and her beautiful breasts were spilling out and jiggling as she ate. I could also see the lips of her pussy against her sheer panties as her legs were slightly parted. I felt my cock stir again.“Mom…”“Robby stop. Before you say anything you will listen to me. What we did last.