Her mind was in turmoil. What is she saying? I must have misunderstood her. This can't be. Concentrate! Listen carefully."Why did you choose to become... a nun?" Mother Superior asked."It was my calling." Good textbook answer. But why was it your calling?" I want to be close to God. I want to serve Him. If I dedicate my life to God I will reap an eternal happiness in Heaven." And what about on Earth?" What do you mean? I will have serenity ... and I'll have spiritual comfort knowing I've dedicated. I also realised my mother was eyeing me somewhat speculatively. She was a very intelligent woman and she knew there was something different about me but couldn’t put her finger on just what it was. I hoped that she would pass it off as part of puberty and growing up.In the meantime, I was smuggling the newspaper up to my room every day. I’d discovered this was pretty easy to do as the old newspapers just went on to a stack beside the kitchen door and I could slip the top one into my school bag. What a tight fucking pussy for 52 and as I slid into her the look on her face and the moans said it all. OMG Tom OMG OMG fuck me fuck me hard baby fuck me. And the banging and fucking started, this little slut had her legs bent way back and wide and she was getting filled with thick hard Italian cock, screaming for more, Jill calling her a slut, telling me to fuck that bitch baby fuck her until she faints. I stayed in her for about 20 minutes and when I pulled out I went down and began eating. I also loved the accent.Nina had met Paul at a Youth Hostel, and they had cadged a lift to where I had picked them up. They had only been there for about five minutes before I stopped. She had been on the road for about six months, while Paul had only been in the country for about a month.Nina was a Jillaroo and Paul was a Plumber of all things. I knew that I wouldn’t mind him inspecting my plumbing. Fuck! I was getting a hard-on. I’d been using magic and had not had a fix. I dropped the window.