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s****r Victoria's Secret
Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 88, Source: xHamster
"I'll be your counselor, as a matter of fact, and I hope I can meet your mother one of these days too. We have so much to talk about!" This woman just sprayed enthusiasm! "Uh, we do?" I didn't have to try very hard to look properly bored. "Oh yes, dear!" She nodded sagely. "You need to start planning your future today." She reached between us and touched my knee, massaging it so lightly I might have imagined it. "Okay." I licked my lips and nodded. "A girl like you..." She smiled even more, if that were possible, "So lovely, so...smart and lovely..." She was repeating herself, and her fingers slid a fraction up my thigh. "The world is full of possibilities for a girl like yourself." I sat there, no longer bored at all, staring into the woman's eyes as she spoke. She wore a blue habit, not the traditional black I'd have expected, and it matched her eyes. It covered the woman completely, except her face, hands, and feet. I wondered what color hair she had to go with those wonderful blue eyes. "Um, thank you." I said. "Where is your father?" The nun asked me, without removing her hand from my leg. It just rested there, warm and dry and I tried to ignore it. "I didn't see any mention of him in your school records." "Oh, my dad?" I'd practiced this a lot. "He went away." I shrugged. "Him and my mom they, uh...(sigh) they used to fight sometimes. Yell and stuff." ... "Oh, you poor thing!" s****r Victoria slid her hand up and down my thigh sympathetically. "And, I guess he didn't love us anymore." I looked down, speaking quietly. "I was just 6 or 7 I don't remember him anyway." I had to pause for effect. "Very much." A little sniffle and I was ready for my academy award. There were at least 6 versions of that, depending on who was asking and under what circumstances. This one was perfectly tailored to the nun sitting across from me. "You poor, poor dear!" She stood up and pulled me to my feet. I wasn't sure what was going on until she enveloped me in a warm, tight hug. Her hands ran up and down my back, and I could feel her breasts pressing to my face. They felt firm and utterly free under her gowns. Nuns didn't wear bras? I'd have to investigate that, I thought. At that point, I must confess, I was sure our little meeting was over, but it wasn't. We sat back down and s****r Victoria was smiling again. Now that we'd hugged, I guess the bad past could be forgotten. "So, tell me about yourself, Becky. Do you have a boyfriend yet?" She sounded like she already knew the answer and it was just one of those funny questions grownups used to break the ice with k**s. "Huh?" I shook my head. "My mom won't let me have one." I was freestyling here, but I thought it would be easy to improvise. I'd do what any 12 year old would do and blame my parents. "She won't?" s****r Victoria looked ...