Never thought I would have to go that far, or that I could pull itoff for that long." You did an amazing job," Denise could help but giggle a little b...it. "Istarted getting worried that you were getting so drunk that you wouldforget what you were supposed to be." How could I forget," John groaned. "That guy kept pawing my butt andsticking his tongue in my mouth. It was all I could do to keep him frompulling my dress up." I know exactly how you feel," Denise answered. "You really are a greatguy,. “Shut the fuck up,” he growled.She trembled, but not in pleasure.He fucked her harder and harder. Only giving her relief when he paused to add lube to his shaft.But when he felt the familiar shimmer of pleasure that signaled he was closing in on cumming, his fingers found her clit, stroking across it and going deep and stroking her g spot. His other hand grabbed her tit and pulled. “Work the other tit, bitch,” he demanded.She tugged and rolled her nipple, obeying him.And everything shifted for. I was right, it is about 8 inches. I glide my body back up his letting his cock feel all of me. I whisper into his ear, “Your girlfriend is never going to be able to compare to what I’m about to do to you.” When sliding back down I kiss every inch of his sexy body, taking in all of it. Bryan moans deeply and moves his hips forward; I know where he wants me. As my lips reach his cock it is intoxicating. I give the tip a soft kiss before lowering my head onto the entire mass. I can feel it hit. “Oh damn you again,” I wailed, “You will regret this.”“Bertie!” a distressed voice exclaimed, “What on earth?” Mother had arrived.The Nun moved slightly and reached for my member. She guided it unerringly into her now mysteriously wet womb orifice. It was remarkably pleasant.“Bertie!” Mother snapped, “Why are you fornicating with a Nun in the Library?”“Because the Dining Table is set for Lunch,” I replied flippantly.“Put her down this instant,” Mother cried.“Have a care mother, one can’t.