“Oh that is so soothing, much nicer than a candle,” she cooed. tube8 “I can’t,” I protested but Sister Martha was staring wide eyed at my cock and her was straining to get inside her and I was powerless to resist. “It’s not her,” I insisted. The affected nun was called Sister Martha, she was only about twenty years of age or so which un nerved me somewhat, and quite comely with a perfect peach and a mound covered in a light furry down as I was soon to find. “Take that!” I chortled as my member speared unerringly inside her, “Take all of Aggggghhhhhh!”
I found the splinter the painful way. “Shut up and watch or bugger off,” a yokel insisted, so after no more than ten minutes watching them cavort and explore several unlikely positions I decided that as I seemed not to be welcome the best course was to go to the monastery myself.
