“Are you really a Nun?”
“Oh, that’s the spot, press harder,” the Nun replied, “Oh sorry, yes I am a Nun and someone claiming to be your son ravished me at the Convent.”
“Carruthers, I told you to desist.” Mother insisted. Read 20610 times |
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“What say you girl?” Mother asked the Nun. Porn hd My hands explored her breasts, her teats. “Carruthers, the Napoleon Brandy,” I ordered, “She is still sober, till well known wenches will only fornicate when well oiled.”
“They fornicate willingly enough when they wish to, whether sober or inebriated, My Lord,” Carruthers interjected. “Bloody energetic that son of yours,” Mr Morley chipped in. Her mounds what I could see of them were shapely but her belly was just the slightest part rotund. “What about Pinky Pinkerton’s do last autumn,” Mr Morley suggested, “When Carruthers skewered, ah.” He had said too
