I couldn't believe what I was doing, I couldn't believe how fucking hard I was, I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed this sense of power over this st...anger I had pinned down on the crate in the yard behind the shops. It was fucking unbelievable.I looked down at her. Her hair was spread over her back, shoulders, head and onto the crate. Her tanned arms were tight to the sides of her trim figure. Her arse was bent over the end of the crate and I could just see part of her bare thighs & legs. ." the Mother Superior broke off, evidently unable to continue her description of the scene, "This is so serious a breach of discipline that you could be expelled from the convent and excommunicated. If that happens you would be simply put outside the Convent door, on the street, in a simple shift with no other clothing, no shoes, no money, no provisions, and no hope of help from the Church. I have spoken to the Bishop about this matter, and he agrees that you cannot stay here." But Reverend. " Well, Marcie, I hope Steve filled you in a bit. Kathy and I have spoken about this quite a lot," Bob began. "Maybe the best way to begin is to talk about the number of people involved. Now, just for discussion, let's think about the number of children. Grades K through 12 is thirteen grades. At 20 per grade, that's 260, so let's say 300. Say there are five times twenty, or one hundred children below kindergarten age. Say 400 kids total. If families had two kids each, then there would be 400. Actually I shouldn't be surprised. You're old enough and I saw a pair of panties in your dresser drawer. Now it's all clear. Please don't worry. I suppose what you do is like a hobby, with benefits. " I can explain anything mom, and I'll stop right away. This is just fun and I'm sorry that you had to see it." I said all this while attempting to cover up my rapidly softening hardon. In the background a number of tabs were open with men in panties stroking themselves so my mother was shocked not.