If she woke, it would probably be the end of my studies here. On the other hand, if the wind didn't wake her....My index finger soon rested on her sto...mach, poking her gently. No response. I placed the same finger on her tits, taking care to balance myself lest I slip and fall on her. In this position I was at almost no risk, but I couldn't feel anything either. Keeping an eye on her closed eyelids and making sure she was breathing as peacefully as before, I gradually placed two, three and then. Yes this is it, hold it there for me. Suddenly I felt his warm and wet tongue on my hole. It was very different; it felt like he was licking the inside of me. “No stop” I said.Shushhhhh! Relax, I heard him say and I closed my hole and relaxed. Now push your hole out and hold it again and I did as asked. He was licking, not fast but he was taking his time tasting me. I felt his tongue slowly going around my fleshy hole, felt it pushing inside of me, digging and wiping the whole area inside and. " she mumbled."Oh, carry on sister." Said Aunt Polly understanding fully.The nun resumed her examination of Alan's prick by bending over and running her pink tongue over the head. Falling to her knees she enveloped a good two thirds of the shaft into her mouth in a well practised swoop."Candles." Said sister Berthe."Wha..?" I queried."Candles, my dear c***d." She continued as if reading my mind. "We practise on candles at the convent to hone our penis sucking skills. Don't quite taste the same. ”“All it took was having our reservations in LA messed up! You were pretty blunt and bold.”“Fear will do that to you.”I smiled, “Sure. And so will desire.”“What?!”“Jeri, you were quiet because your mom was so domineering. You took the opposite approach from me. I talked back and spoke my mind and told my mom off repeatedly. You chose to simply become reserved and not speak your mind. But the minute we were on that plane to LA, and you got over your fear of flying, you decided to sleep with me.