“Holy Mother, protect this wicked child,” I recited, drawing a halo over Lucilla’s head, “now, how were they?” “ Amazing, ” Lucilla exclaimed, “you know I am not a size-queen, motion of the ocean and all that, but these guys… ho-lee shit. They made an elf-sandwich out of me, and it was absolutely wonderful.” “That sounds incredibly painful,” I said, lathering her hair with soap, “I don’t know how anyone could possibly enjoy that.” “We’re not all asexual zealots,” Lucilla smirked at me, indian “some of us like fun.” “I am not asexual,” I said, splashing water in her eyes. “just because I made vows doesn’t mean I don’t have desires.” “Oh?” Lucilla, perked-up, “Well, let’s hear them.” “Are you sure?” I smiled at her, “Because you can’t unhear them.” “Oooo,” Lucilla sniggered, “I always suspected they’d be dirty. I have a theory that nuns are the kinkiest bitches; repressed sexuality does strange things to people’s fantasies.” “My darkest, dirtiest, most depraved fantasy,” I whispered, looking Lucilla in the eyes as I massaged her scalp with fine oils, “is you,” I watched Lucilla’s eyes grow wide, and a devious smile formed on my lips, “married and with children, engaging in a life of humble propriety in service to the Holy Mother.” I laughed as Lucilla’s face fell in disappointment, “It’s terribly perverse, I know. I’ll make sure to pray all night for my depravity.” “You know what?” Lucilla said, “I’m going to move in with the project girls; you’re too fucking boring.” “I’m sure you’d be right at home with them.” I smiled. “Not really,” Lucilla said, “those women are fucking crazy.” “After all that’s been done to them,” I said somberly, washing her shoulders, “madness is surely the feet only way to cope with reality.” “Oh, they’re not insane,” Lucilla said, “they’re just wild. I was expecting tortured, soulless husks who needed help feeding themselves, but they’re not.” “Did you speak at length with them?” I asked, “How can you be sure they’re not being coerced into complacency?” “I spoke with one of them,” Lucilla said, “and if she was acting, she was doing a very convincing job of it. She…” Lucilla’s expression changed subtly, and she looked up at me with an inquisitive glance, “she kissed me.” “And the sins pile on,” I sighed, leaning forward and washing the tops of her breasts, “at this rate, Lucilla you’ll have to spend the rest of your life praying for a chance at forgi-” Her lips stopped my words. The lush, moist flesh pressed to mine, and traced fire into the tender outline of my mouth. My heart dropped in my chest, and I sat in paralytic shock as her tongue pushed between the crease of our mouths, and tickled Non Nude my own. Finally after undressing very slowly one article of clothing at a time she managed to get fully undressed and managed to step into the bathtub under the shower. How about your blood sugar? And no idea of who the rescuers were. She'll Non Nude be collared, pierced, and on her knees worshiping me day and knight. He only needed a few powerful plunges before he felt his orgasm rising. All of a sudden I open my eyes and I’m opening a gift, it’s a spaceship! She was covered until she went for a swim. Karen agreed. My sister was masturbating at the same time as me. I glanced over at her. So I did. David and the girls waved at their mother until she turned around to face the airport personnel and shortly after disappeared behind the gates and scanners of the security check. Make sure she’s happy.” I lay awake indian the rest of the night; afraid she would call the cops or something.” By the end of our senior year, Melody was wild. "Pierce your septum. Sheryl was wearing a large straw hat and comically large sunglasses. It was a beautiful day, so we took Susan's Mustang convertible. I could feel the smoke rising. Tits dangling down, clips on her nipples dragging on the bed. Jack wondered, looking down at the deck. That wasn’t unusual, and he’d stopped hiring a babysitter the year before. “Yes.” Neva said. I got up and turned around, and feet we hugged each other.