After a lot of general small talk he began slowly flirting with me, throwing out discrete compliments one of them commenting how refreshing it was to ...see a woman still making the effort and wearing high heels. I informed him that I wouldn’t leave the house wearing anything else and that I would feel unfeminine without my high heels. Laughingly he stated it wouldn’t really be appropriate footwear to help in the re-decorating of a swimming pool. Smiling I assured him that I would indeed be. Actually, I found my new replacement in the oddest place of all ... a convent.Sister Angelica was truly an angel in disguise.She had entered the convent a virgin and since she had little or no contact with the masculine general public, her virginity was most assuredly intact unless she had been drugged by some scheming priest and bedded without her knowledge.Therefore, I had a clean slate with regard to training Angelica to my style of copulation and I could foresee little difficulty in molding. About to go over the edge now, I just blurted out, “So—you wanna stroke off, and see who busts the biggest nut”? Jake kinda blushed, and just said “What ?? for real”? “Sure dawg—right here man—it's been days for me—I got a flood comming”. I grab my thick jock meat and give it a hard squeez, then walk over to the piss trough, and whip it out. Jake follows, and his face lights up again when he see's the big monster package. I just smile at him, and cut loose the piss, placing my right hand up on. " "I know you did," I said. "Thank you." "Man," he said, "I coulda just ended you." "I know. I owe you for that. Thanks." I managed to get onto my feet, massaging my painful neck. I said, "My God Jimmy, you sure know a lot of holds. You just mopped the floor with me. You were amazing." I pulled the sleeve of my tee shirt up over my shoulder and showed him my pale, skinny arm. "Look at this," I said. "I could never do anything like that." He took a deep breath, expanding his chest. He cocked and.