It’s all you can do not to brag about it every two minutes. But I am tired of hearing it. If you are so confident in your abilities why don't you pu...t your money where your mouth is? Or are you too scared?" I knew Jessica would take the bait; in fact, I was counting on it. I have been hoping to find a chance to knock Jessica down a peg or two. She has always been the arrogant and boastful friend who had it way too easy through life. She had perfect long blonde hair, green eyes, beautiful sun. Monsignor Flavin allowed her to continue receiving her visitors until her distorted belly made sexual congress very difficult for her partners, and she was reduced to offering oral or painfully distorted anal satisfaction only. Some visitors, such as her 'Papa', whom she had long ago realised was the Archbishop, no longer visited her at all.Then Monsignor Flavin called her to his study late one evening."Sister Lucia, I shall be sorry to see you leave us, but your replacement is ready to take. You starting moving your hand back and forth. in one long fluid motion over and over again. it just feels so amazing that my eyes roll back in my head. you giggle and ask me how it feels to which i suppress a less than understandable pleasured grunt. you take this as a good thing and speed up a bit. by now also my member has started its merciless throbbing again with you to blame but im not making any notion for you to stop.this goes on for a while until you lean in and kiss me, at first soft. “I’ll show you,” Mark said, stepping behind her. He slid his hands under the bib and massaged her tits. “Mmm, no bra,” he said. “I love your tits,” he said as he moved her overalls strap off her right shoulder. He pulled her tee shirt up and her arm out of her sleeve. Replacing her strap, he moved the left shoulder strap off and pulled her tee shirt over her arm and head, leaving her tits naked beneath her bib. The bib barely covered her tits but her nipples bobbed in and out of view as.