‘STOP!’ He said alarmingly and suddenly. I was scared and looked up frightened. He climbed off from on top of me just kneeling at my feet. ‘You...are better at this than I anticipated,’ he said. ‘But I don’t plan on finishing so soon.’ With that he took my hands in his and laid on top of me again, this time holding my hands above my head so I couldn’t touch him. Our lips locked and it didn’t take him long after that to go after what he started this for. One of his hands left mine and I felt it. She wasn’t the only nun in the Convent who believed that asceticism should spread to an abandonment of clothes and who took pride in displaying the sacrifice of her hair to Christ. Such nuns were however in the minority, and were still very strict about adorning robes and covering their heads when entering a Church. The Church, it was felt, is a place divorced of flesh or temptation, although, as the Mother Superior mentioned, this was not the attitude of the Blessed Whores. Their congregations. She first cleanly shaved her pussy completely bald which I simply love showing the little pearl piercing in of her lips and clitoris. She then shaved her ass clean and finished the rest of her body. I started to harden. She looked beautiful, no a single hair left on her body. Her clean bronze skin was shining in the afternoon sun. She then took out the tiny Bikini I had ordered for her from Wicked Weasel. The string went through her lips and almost pushed them apart, the top just covered her. " He reached down and guided her bobbing head.Aunt Sue sucked steadily, her clinging lips massaging every inch of the kid's prick-shaft, sliding over the many bulges and swollen veins. She sucked up jizz and replaced it with her spit. And for her reward the prick swelled up even more and stretched her cheeks wide. Then the cock began throbbing dangerously.Not wanting his prick to erupt too soon, Aunt Sue spat it out and lifted her head. Her face glistened with spit and jizz, and her tits heaved.