“You seem to be proud of them. I’ve seen the way you dress.”She seemed to waver for a minute with that one. Good. Maybe she’s learning a lesso...n here.Finally, she spoke up. “As long as you don’t tell anyone.”“Why would I tell anyone,” I shrugged. “And who’d believe me anyway?”“Well, I guess,” she grumbled. “I mean...”“Come on, let me see.”Laurie turned to face me and lifted up her tank top and the sports bra under it, letting a pair of perfect B-sized cones drop free. They were so firm they only. She was moving behind. At last she couldnt move further behind because there was a wall behind her and her back touched the wall. Then i went near her and she was pleading pls dont do it, i m much older than u and i m like ur aunty.I was about to touch her boobs but she turned around facing the wall and her back was facing me. I removed the remaining torn piece of blouse from behind and now she was just in petticoat and bra. I hold her her hair from behind and started kissing her neck from. "I could tell he wanted to, and he knew I couldn't do anything to stop him, but he said he loved me too much to do something like that. I could tell he felt awful. And I knew how he felt because I was curious about him too."She told them about all the things I did to avoid talking to her about sex and improper fantasies. She made it sound like I was an addict going cold turkey (which wasn't far off the mark) and then she told them about how I'd given her only very proper massages, and worried. And now Oliver stood outside,he looked up at the clock above the archway of the Monastery ,it read 10:55, it was now or never he thought and walked towards the gate. Above the gate he noticed a date carved in stone which read' ANNO DOMINI 1670'.He took a deep breath and walked towards an old stone building,the door was open and he stepped inside."Welcome,what can I do for you?," a monk wearing a long black habit sitting behind a table asked."Hi,my name is Oliver and I was told I could come here.