I heard them leave, and shortly after there was yet another knock at my door. It could only be one person, so I called for her to come in. She walked ...into my room and sat down at the foot of my bed. She asked about mom’s line of questioning, confirming to me that she had indeed received the same treatment. It really wasn’t important, but it was nice that we were talking, seemingly without any weirdness between us. At least I was drawing that conclusion until my sister changed the subject. She. ” The first nun says, “I want-a to be Sophia Loren” and poof! she’s gone. The second says, “I want-a to be Madonna” and poof! she’s gone. The third says, “I want-a to be Sara Pipalini.” St. Peter looks perplexed. “Who?” he says. “Sara Pipalini” replies the nun. St. Peter shakes his head and says “I’m sorry but that name just doesn’t ring a bell.” The nun then takes a newspaper out of her habit and hands it to St. Peter. He reads the paper and starts laughing. He hands it back to her and says. Talking to her ancestors or unknown spirits.I pulled my head loose and made a dive at her open thighs, where all the action was.She used her fingers to pull her labia apart, knowing my tongue was headed that way. I locked my lips onto her clit and sucked the organ inside deeply, bringing more incoherent talk from her.Her taste reminded me of caramel, and she was cumming profusely, the sheet under her ass soaked. I licked and sucked her pussy till my mouth went numb, and she was still screaming. Staring at your soaking wet cunt making puddles on the tableMy cock is straining in my jeans and begging for releaseYou slide one hand down your stomach and slowly drag it back up your body making you arch your back with pleasure giving me a full on look at how beautiful your pussy really is As your body touches back down with the table your hand shoots down to.your lips and you wipe your wetness all over youYou go back to your lips and spread them, sliding one finger up and down, not actually.