1. Asian Catholic nun's charity - part 2


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    arms at first, but as she had expected from past visits, one hand quickly made its way down to her waist, "slipping" occasionally to slide appreciatively over her shapely ass. Many other Nuns had complained in the past about the lonely yet horny old man taking liberties with them, but Sister Mary sympathized with his burning needs. She reasoned that just because he had a wrinkled, pot-bellied old body didn't mean that he still didn't yearn for the comforts of his wife, or of any woman for that matter. The Nun actually found herself pleased that she could provide some small measure of comfort to the sweet old man, moving her hips slightly as they walked down the narrow hallway, rotating her ass underneath his gentle touch. As they made it to the kitchen to set his supplies on the table, his other hand also "slipped" as he reached across her chest to move a vase with a withered flower in it, his shaking hand gliding over her full, ripe breasts as he pulled it back. Her thick nipples hardened immediately at his touch and Sister Mary sucked in a small breath of air as he cupped her, allowing him to feel the weight of the milky tit. Setting the basket down, she turned to look into the smiling eyes of the old Asian. He was short, just as tall as she was and she grinned as she gave him her most wide-eyed, innocent smile as she put her arms around his neck and said, "This is from Father Mahara, Mr Bishal; from all of us at the Church for your birthday today! We know each year has ...
    been more and more challenging for you, but your service to God and your Church is never going to be forgotten." Leaning in close to his gray-stubbled face, the cute young Thai girl's moist lips gave him a loving peck on his chapped old lips. "Happy birthday, Mr Bishal and many, many more," she said in a low, sultry voice. The old man's rheumy eyes widened as she shifted under his trembling hands, letting her black-cloaked form feel the warm body beneath his wandering fingers. Standing there in the golden afternoon light of the kitchen, a fat old man groped the lush firm ass of the Nun as she ground her body appreciatively against his. Giggling like a school girl, Sister Mary extracted herself from his grip and took him by the hand back into the living room. Turning his chair around from the television set and into the small room, the Nun settled the old man down and stepped back a few paces, ensuring that she was close enough for him to see her. "I know you've been lonely, Mr Bishal," she said as she looked around the room. Everywhere there were paintings of the Lord, looking handsome and kind and understanding. She saw images her namesake, Mary; beautiful, serene and (to her eyes) sexy. Crucifixes hung from the walls as well and votive candles shown dimly around a tiny altar containing pictures of Jesus and Mr Bishal's dead wife. Somehow, the reverent and holy atmosphere of the room made Sister Mary's head swim as she became more and more aroused at the thought of all of the ...
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