How are you?’ ‘Oh, okay I guess,’ Sue lied, confused as to who this person was. ‘You don’t remember me, do you? I would come and talk to you in hospital, about my father who was having treatment for leukaemia’. ‘Oh right. I remember you now. Kind of.’ ‘Back then, I was a little selfish. Using you as a sound-board. I think you need, to use me as the sound-board now. Coffee?’ They found a coffee shop, and talked about life after cancer, and how there were coping with it. After about three hours of tears, laugher and every thing in between Rob said to her ‘I had the same suicide thoughts about two years ago. A friend helped me through them. I am going to do the same to you. We are going to your house now, and no arguments’ Ten minutes later they walked into her house, ‘First take me to your bathroom, and then to your bed room. As they entered her bathroom, the first thing Rob saw was the mirror on the medicine cabernet, covered with newspaper. Rob ripped the paper off and turned. Her other hand then moved back under my crotch, this time finding its way onto the slick lips of my now drenched sex. “Fuck her with your fingers, Sister Theresa,” Sister Felicity urged. “Drive them inside her tight pussy and fuck her.” In full obedience, Sister Theresa deftly parted the easily yielding lips of my sex and pushed two fingers deep inside me. I moaned loudly as I felt them probe deep within the soft confines of my hungry pussy, before starting to build up a powerful rhythm. At the same time I felt myself being pushed forward until my head was resting on the soft leather edge of Sister Felicity’s armchair, between her open legs. I watched as she draped one of them over the arm, before sliding her fingers onto her glistening pussy lips, parting them and gently vibrating her clit. “Can you smell the scent of my lust, Leanne?” Sister Felicity purred. “Breathe it in, you hot little slut.” Although every one of my senses was being overwhelmed, the scent of her arousal was.
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