And this is mine. Time ago, I was living with a "high school" love. That means the most beautiful girl that I find in high school. Someone who becomes... my wife after years living together. Everything was fine. No. Of course, we've to pass good times together and bad times as well, like most of the couples does. After a time our relationship was getting cold, not all because of her, as most of the married men said, but because of me too.I've been always sexuality active and with a spicy. She looked away, a bit embarrassed, but her master was really pleased with all the progress he was witnessing. Back then, she used to take forever to get wet; her master had to do various violent things to her before having her soakingHowever, keeping her in denial was a great idea. "Wow, little baby you are such a whore, getting all wet by just sucking my thumb.I like you better this way; all needy and horny, so submissive too. I will keep you in denial a bit more." He finished with a smile,. At a more appropriate time, we'll talk."The women, having heard what Fred said, took over then and got him inside, mothering him, teasing him a little. Jeff didn't even get to sit beside him; Arlene and Ann did. Before Fred quite knew what hit him, he was recounting "war" stories about his years with the police department. A couple of times, he even chuckled a little bit, before his wife's death would override, again. The women and girls continued to prompt him and talk with him, encouraging. " Good."As I got closer to her I saw that the nun was very young. She looked sixteen, maybe younger. She was also short, just under five foot, it turns out. That, and the fact she was flat-chested, enhanced her youthful appearance.As we approached her, the nun's eyes got wider and wider. She shrank back into the booth, as if she were trying to disappear.I put the fresh mug down in front of the sister, and handed the almost empty one to Vonda. She hurried it over to Tony."Excuse me, Sister. My.