"Just a couple of pokes if you please," she asked, "Just a couple mind." Father?" I asked."Take your trousers off," Father Rafferty said, "And don't b...e disrespectful, the mother superior needs a cock." Yes father," I agreed and I slipped off my stylish slip on winkle picker shoes and stepped out of my trousers and pants."Socks Michael, you can't poke a nun with socks on," he insisted."All right," I said as I peeled my yellow socks off."So Michael do I need stockings?" The mother superior asked. "You better go fuck her now, Donny." Marilyn laughed as she gazed at Sally's cunt. "If what I feel down here is any indication, you're going to come before you get your cock in her hot cunt!" Come on, Donny!" Sally squealed, twisting her ass about invitingly. "Come on!"Donny was out of the water quickly and Marilyn's eyes turned into a boil as she climbed out, too. She knelt at Sally's side, placing a hand on one small, sweet tit as she watched her son bring his cock to that sculptured cunt.For. There, seated before a walnut table he had brought with him from Hartwell, and to which, from one of those fancies not uncommon to great people, he was particularly attached, the king, Louis XVIII., was carelessly listening to a man of fifty or fifty-two years of age, with gray hair, aristocratic bearing, and exceedingly gentlemanly attire, and meanwhile making a marginal note in a volume of Gryphius's rather inaccurate, but much sought-after, edition of Horace--a work which was much indebted. Let me soothe them out for you.” well, true that i’d done a lot of walking during the day, and true that my leg muscles could do with a light massage. But at the hands of my mother-in law? Surprisingly, i saw nothing wrong with it. But still, i felt hesitant to remove the towel, the only piece of garment i had on at that time, and expose my butts to my mother-in-law.“come on, don’t behave like a school boy,” she said, her voice almost a whisper now. “you know i’m so much older than you. And.