As soon as they hit Vegas, the four nuns ditched their habits, and did the rounds of all the beauty shops, the boutiques, and the shopping malls. All ...dolled up, made up, and ready to go, they spent the entire weekend “out on the town” in Vegas, having a marvelous time, and catching the red-eye back home Sunday night.Monday morning they went to their parish priest, and asked him if he could hear their confessions that morning, to which the priest replied, “Certainly sisters, just line up here. In fact, they felt quite wonderfully sensitive. I straddled the bench, directly behind the mounted phallus and began to rub oils into my breasts. Madame nodded her satisfaction, watching me. I tipped my head back and began to rub my clitoris against the phallus, even as I continued rubbing. Madame called out various instructions as I continued to masturbate before her. I obeyed her every command, in either word or action. I was thoroughly enjoying myself when she finally agreed to let me mount. When we reached the cars carol went to my passenger door as if it had been set that I was taking her home. So hopefully fucking her was a set thing too.It was a 30min drive to her unit and we chatted and flirted the whole way so by the time we got there I was hopeing she was as horny as I was because I was about to fuck her right there in the carpark.She showed me inside then took me straight into her bedroom then pointed at the bed and said , "make yourself at home I'll be back in one. But then the door turned out to be ajar.Reeling back into her brother's waiting arms after what she'd seen from looking into the barn, Meg whimpered, "No, no. C-can't be. Not that."Brad now looked for himself, focusing on what had so stunned his sister. There were his wife and brother-in-law, fucking like a pair of horny teenagers on a bale of hay. Damn, Brad thought to himself, Helen sure as hell did work fast--what a woman!Then Brad turned his attention back to his sobbing sister, guiding her.