As she licked around my clit she pushed one, two and then three fingers into my pussy. I could feel my orgasm building and I wanted her to cum too but...she was determined to get me off first and I felt a fourth finger enter my pussy. I’d never had four fingers before but I was so wet that there was no pain just waves of pleasure. Then as the pressure increased I realised she was gonna try and fist me – the thought both terrified me and made me quiver in anticipation. She must have felt me tense. Instead, her eyes followed every gesture I made, from adistance of several yards away. Nonetheless, I felt her from afar,enveloping me and drawing me to her, without any regard to the otherstudents in the room, some of whom were blatantly and futilely tryingto flirt with me.The next day, she was in the same place. I delivered the talk justto her, trying my best to make eye contact and mind contact withher. Again, at the end of the talk she remained in the room, but didnot approach me. This. Slowly I lifted my arm to wave back. She blew me a kiss, so I did the same. Then she caressed a hand down over her tummy before it cupped her mound.Now what! I wasn’t at my telescope and she didn’t have one, so whilst we could certainly see each other, it wasn’t that close up to see very much.Almost without a thought, I raised my hand again and I beckoned to her. She lifted her arms and shoulders and shrugged, perhaps she hadn’t understood my meaning. So I beckoned again, a bit more exaggerated. But before the Diocese game they had been nothing but civil to the young nun. The Mother Superior went on, “That kind of age difference Toby often creates a bit of tension amongst women of the cloth. But that might change if you were to start paying more detailed attention to Sisters Mary Celeste and Mary Kathleen when you are with them in the preschool ... and perhaps you should try doing it a little more frequently. And (holding her finger and thumb up almost pinching them together) maybe you.