She would meet males, seduce them and chew them up and spit them out exhausted and so confused that they didn’t know what had hit them.Sister Agnes ...knew the inner workings of these bad girls right down to their last condom. She had been around and seen a lot before she became a nun and she had the instincts of a survivor not matter the right or wrong of it and she was willing to take a risk to achieve a good ending in almost any situation.Those two girls and Altar Boy Bobby were Sister Agnes’s. " She called back at me."What is?" I asked angrily."M-my name." she stammered back."I didnt ask you for that." I said dismissively.Later I stood in the laundry mat watching the clothes spin and wondered how such strange events always seem to happen to me. I had learned years ago to just roll with it and do what ever comes to mind while the event plays out, but still I marveled at how random and peculiar they began.It was Monday when I called her."Hello?" she answered."At 7pm be at the Sheetz on. Her pussy was pink and so inviting; I had to restrain myself from walking right up to her and touching her beautiful body.I didn’t know if she knew I was home or not. I walked up and lay on the lawn chair next to hers, bikini over my own breasts and covering my pussy, which I could begin to feel pooling a wet arousal for her body. “Tanning nude?” I daringly asked, not sure if she would be comfortable if she knew I was seeing her naked.Her eyes fluttered open and a lazy smile spread across her. Just let me know if you want me to say anything to Lionel.”Something about June’s tone made Allison want to confide in her. “No, it wasn’t that either. Quite the opposite. It wasn’t what I expected. I was so turned on. Not out of control exactly but nearly. I scared myself, I guess. And afterwards – well, I just felt awful.”“It sound like you did exactly the right thing, then. Sometimes I think that tops need a safe word too.”“I didn’t mean to upset Lionel, it really wasn’t his fault. It was.