Sister Pious’s eyes were wide like saucers as she started at the man’s momster cock with its bulbous purple head, “No,” she said rather feebly and unconvincingly. It was only two or three miles and with the Ostler gone home it was less trouble to walk than get a horse saddled. XXX I knocked loudly on the door and after some ten minutes a sleepy nun opened a small slide spy hole and asked, “What do you want?”
“I understand a nun requires medical attention,” I declared urgently. My cock seemed no worse for the experience apart from a superficial wound on my foreskin and my job done I dressed and prepared to leave. “And mine,” another one agreed. “How far in?” he asked as he pressed further. A somewhat dishevelled Mother Superior hurried to meet me, “What has Pious done now?” she demanded.
