It was God's will. At least, so she had believed until now.The young nun could not go to her Mother Superior because she had sinned with the priest. A...nd she couldn't go to the priest because he had not only sinned with Mother Ursula but also with Christina. Her only refuge appeared to be the young monk and, with nervous reluctance, she made her way to his room."Uh, Brother John, uh." the statuesque nun stammered as the big monk stood in the doorway. "Uh, I'm Sister Sarah and ... like ... I need. I'm sure she knew, seeing us looking at her as she approached, that she'd be peppered with questions. Understandably, she took us in the living room to talk with us."As you know, and could see out the windows, there were four agents that arrived. They are here because of an incident that needs to be taken care of rather quickly."Tim interrupted her, asking, "Does that mean that John, Theresa, or my daughter, Jessica, are no longer in danger?" We can't rule out that possibility, as of yet,". She’s told me that she will, under no circumstance, be involved with you in a sexual manner. She’ll do whatever she needs to do outside of that to support me with or without your involvement.”Deb looked at me and seemed to relax. She took a large swallow from her tea and set the glass down on the table.“At some point, do you think that we will be able to go back to at least having sex?”“If not as lovers, we may be able to get together as friends with benefits. There is one thing. I was going to. I went back to licking his feet while staring at the dick squirming between his legs. Those lovely, cum-heavy balls gently rolling and kissing each other within their sack, covered in a thick pelt of reddish hairs. By now my pistoning throbber had impaled his sloppy, drooling slit of a mouth for so long that his tongue all but gave up any attempt to persuade the depth or movement of my thrusts and resigned to simply remain motionless, pressed firmly against the fat underside of my shaft. I.