The nun was still in the fullness of youth and beautiful to look at, with raven-dark hair and matching eyes, contrasting against her pale skin, and a ...shapely figure that her habit was not quite able to hide from the hungering eyes of the capital’s priests. Though she had kept true to her vows of chastity, Gabrielle was formerly a base orphan, raised on the streets, and thus knew well how easily the wicked hearts of men could be lead by a pretty face and a shapely body.Rank and authority among. And yes, I fantasized (fantasize?) about it. I was actually in another relationship at that time, and I cheated on that guy to to be with Scott. For some reason, I can't stop myself around him. My body always has to have him.I love that he has brought up this subject though. We have said in the past that we are both over it, but apparently that is not true. Scott makes a note about the sexual tension between us still. Can he feel it too? At least we had all those sexy times together that I can. ”Don stood next to my bed as I slid my fingers as deep into my ass as I could. I held my nuts up so that he would have an unobstructed view. “Mmm,” Don sighed.I added a third finger. My eyes were glued to Don’s face; Don’s eyes were glued to my asshole. I continued to fuck my ass. Don continued to watch, mesmerized by my fingers and my hole.Silently, he lowered himself onto my bed. He placed his hand on my chest, then slowly moved down my body. As he neared my crotch, his hand moved. I don’t think my mother would bother looking too hard for me. But in the meantime, I had to get money and clothes and all the rest of it. But first, I decided to tally up what was in the cabin. I got up and stacked more wood on the fire. Then I began a systematic search of the place. There didn’t appear to be many useful items here. It looked as though I’d have to forage. I found some clothes I’d left here on previous visits, but only old jeans and shirts, nothing that was going to last a lot.