“God…” she breathed “…oh fuck”Having been around the block a few times before, my intuition took over and I ran a hand roughly over the fl...y of her jeans with just enough pressure to get the desired moan and involuntary thrust as my hand retreated. Taking that as the green signal it was, as I kissed her neck, I unbuttoned her fly and felt my way in between her jeans and the lace that I assumed was the matching counterpart to her bra. “God yes!” she sighed as her body relaxed “Touch me.”She. THIS. . .or could she?As I began to get lost in my thoughts of, what if. . .she then lifted up her hips, while laying her tiny hand over mine, and with a small gesture pushed my fingers past the rolled-up waistband of her shorts. At this point, all time became surreal and I knew I was entering the point of no return, as nothing could have kept me from slipping my hand down the rest of the way between her young smooth legs, and when her thighs opened slightly, I was pressing my fingertip of my. Her pussy gripped my erection. I loved the feeling and Kelly loved it from her perspective. I lay there on top of her fully engulfed inside her for about a minute, just enjoying the experience.Kelly was quite worked up sexually from having to wait earlier. She had given me a fabulous release then, so I had much more control. As I began to move, making long smooth slow strokes, she began her orgasmic preliminaries. Her breaths became panting almost immediately. She had her beautiful legs wrapped. Some of the recently divorced ladies of good-breeding were desperate for masculine protection and were willing to trade their feminine dignity for steady income and strong hand at the helm in handling uppity servants. I certainly filled that bill, but I found that the vast majority of them to have a low regard for male intelligence and to possess a brain filled with resentment for the other gender.Actually, I found my new replacement in the oddest place of all ... a convent.Sister Angelica was.