This opportunity to being used by a demanding shaft was the answer to her prayers secretly mouthed silently under her blanket almost every night.The o...der nun watched their copulation with panting excitement.Her name was Sister Mercy and she hadn’t been this close to a man in many a year. She was quite content to just watch the younger nun ride the huge man’s cock with an eagerness of enthusiasm that gave credit to her youth.Sister Mercy had been married for almost a full decade before joining. "I though these were only used by gay people," she said with a worriedexpression."No," I replied a little embarrassed, "I bought this to try and find itgives quite an amazing feeling and when I have it in it also makes mewalk in a more feminine way as I have to take small steps." Put it in and then make me happy!" she replied and lay down on the bedlooking at me.I felt a bit embarrassed but did as she said. I put some KY jelly on itand then hitched my petticoat up, pulled the back of my. Each held twenty guns of all sizes and calibers. The cabinet doors underneath the display were filled with shelves. There were antique pistols, new pistols, and there were boxes and boxes of ammunition of all sizes and calibers.There was only one door and Eli opened it, after kicking the lock loose. It led into a long dark tunnel.Eli turned back to the cellar and saw a larger lamp hanging from the ceiling and lit it. The room was well lit with the three lamps and they began to search through. His gentle touch is almost as good as when Sasha rubs her. ‘Wait, she likes the touch of Sasha doing it more?’ This confuses Emma a little, she does like both their touch, but Sasha’s fingers are so much softer and tender in a way. Whatever, she loves the attention from both. Emma just moans some as Donald continues down her body.And when he finally, after finishing both legs, spreads her thighs and drips the warm oil up and down her slit and then, then, his fingers playing her so well.