I at a very early age locked myself into this life. Don't' get me wrong; I do love being a nun. I do love teaching, I love the prayer times, the mass'... in the morning and prayer time at night. Yet, this undeniable strong urges between my legs, the need for the lovely, wonderful feeling climax's, I was trapped, trapped like Sister Mary Margaret. I guess I would have to just I would have to resign myself to the pleasures of sex only with my Sisters and myself using the make believe dicks.After. I know that I was just off a crazy weekend of incredibly hot and mad sex with another man and a woman, but it was true. Oh, I loved being with Jerry and Anna, but there really wasn’t any future with them. They were a vacation, a great vacation true, but that was all.Jack, he was somebody I could stay with forever. He was a future, not a really great weekend. Okay, so weekends with Jack were really great, too, but you know what I mean.“So, ready for this weekend?” he asked with a. She must be sleeping with the phone."Hi Peggy." John?... Oh John,... it is great to hear your voice. I really miss you." I don't know why I called Peg, I just wanted to hear your voice. You have been everything to me for so long." Have I completely destroyed it John?" I don't know. One minute I am so fucking angry at you I could break your neck, the next I miss you so bad I hurt." John, no matter what you think of me now, I have always loved you and only you. I always will. If you divorce me I. I catch a glimpse of his surprised face as he moves to kiss my neck, his barely-there stubble burning as he nibbles and bruises my delicate skin, and I smile as I cling to his shoulders, pushing myself deeper and deeper on him, wanting more of his cock as he fucks me hard. We move together in harmony, our hearts racing as we put everything that cannot be said into the animalistic lust that consumes us. His lips find mine once more and he kisses me with all his being as my fingers move to my.