“Its not,” she protested, but a burly yokel was now caressing her tits. Indian Sex Willing hands pulled her robe over her head. “Really well young man, well first we nuns do not use dildos,” Mother superior explained. Our house stood some way above the village and I decided to walk down to sample a pint or two of ale before supper. “Indeed my cock seems much less painful now,” I agreed, “I am so busy studying that I seldom find time for a fuck. “Then use your cock,” an ageing nun suggested from behind me, “Isn’t it obvious she doesn’t have a splinter, she just needs a cock.”
“No, I do have a splinter, I’m a good chaste girl,” sister Martha insisted. “Anyone with a longer finger?” the Doctor asked. “Shut it, this is the best show we had for ages,” a Yokel insists and pushed me towards the door. “It’s, Oooh, not,” the nun tried to explain. I heard the nun shout, “Sister Pious has escaped again,” then a commotion and the door was flung open and I was admitted. “No, Nooooo” the nun protested rather feebly. I eased a finger into her. “Well it won’t matter, we can put any child in our orphanage,” a nun suggested, “With Sister Pious’ two
