It was a Sunday morning at Saint Dominick’s and the girls were all dressed in their Sunday best. Today was a day that the Archbishop was due to give...the girls a talk about the value off remaining chaste and pure until they joined in holy matrimony with a suitable Catholic male with a good job and the right attitude for copulating with the express purpose of producing new Catholics to propagate the faith.Tammy and Susan, the two “bad girl” charges of Sister Agnes were up to their usual funny. "Oh darling, you're wet," he breathed, "so wet."Yes, she was. Soaked. Wetter than a British summer. Her shaved pussy glistened with enticing, slippery juices all ready to be enjoyed. "Want some?" she asked. She touched her slit, pressing gently, then sucked her finger into her mouth, sealing her lips around it. "Umm…"“Oh babe, I want…” His voice trailed away as she popped her finger out of her mouth and smacked her lips together."Your turn," she teased. "Would you—"She stopped. A wicked smile. Awilda had applied for, and had been hired as, instructor of martial arts training at the Los Angeles Policy Academy. Once she completed several courses necessary to transition between the Military Police and its civilian counterpart, she was sworn in as a member of the City of Los Angeles Police Force, and was stationed at the Police Academy. Awilda was responsible for the training of not only each class of new recruits, but also, for all officers required to take eight hours of defensive. I still remember when these two assholes, who were bullies to begin with, tried to beat me up when I was a freshman, one afternoon after school. But Mark beat the hell out of the both of them so badly, that they both ended up in the hospital, where they had to learn how to walk again…anyway, back to the story. After we graduated from high school, Mark and I both got music scholarships to the University of Houston, which wasn’t that far from home and is where part of this story begins. ~~~~~~.