Sister Mary Katherine cried out, the repeated touch and chill of the knife sending shockwaves of lewdness through her. She slowly became conscious of ...iny slits on her asshole lips, little cuts Jack purposely made with that blade as he watched her roll her hips up in subtle fucking movements. He knew what she wanted and made sure he kept it from her.Behind him the nuns wailed again. He threw them an angry look then went back to work. Sister Mary Katherine found a hotter, more intense lust. Coach walked up to the bench. “Damn, Willy,” he smiled. “Your face is longer’n my dick, buddy.” Willy watched as Coach smoothly swung one leg over the bench to straddle it, and got a quick shot of his cock and balls. Coach sat down, reached out and clapped Willy’s shoulder: a simple move, but one that shot bolts through Willy’s body.“Feelin’ a little homesick, are ya?” Coach asked.Willy tried to get his act together. “Well, uh…I uh…” he stammered. Coach was next to naked, and sitting right in. My 4th day with my mom was excellent day for me as we both stayed naked in the house watching and fondling with each other ceaselessly, trying to excite the other for intercourse.I had so much sex in those 4days that my balls ached continuously . The day was a Monday and mom resumed her duties back again We had sex almost everyday, and sometimes we did it even twice a day.Suddenly after 4-5 months I found my mom secreting milk from her breasts. Earlier it was in drops , then the flow became. “And here I thought you loved me!”Leaning back in her chair, Beatrix’s frown deepens. “You’re here because I love you,” she explains with as much sympathy as she can. “But you’re acting like a child lately, whining and complaining all the time. You remind me a lot of my sister.”Danyelle smiles and chuckles a bit. “Great. Now you’re comparing me to your dead sister.”The comment stings, but Beatrix casts it aside. “Alright, how about this: You’re acting like a horny little boy who just lost his.