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Me and my lover Nicky were paying for  something at the market. We were just finishing when our friend ran up. "Look, look at this!" The seller was surprised, as it was another Nicky. It was an awkward moment then, broken by Rachel and Victoria and the other Nickys. We paid for all of our things then and left. Back at my place, Victoria noticed she needed a new diaper. Three Nicky stepped in to help, and so the rest of us went into the bedroom. "Rachel, we got you something. For when we're not around." I said, going in the bag. It was a large, purple Hitachi vibrator. She blushed. "Why, thank you." She took it and quickly became bottomless to try it out. The Nicky with me began feeling up my pussy, I suppose to give me the same stimulation. I threw my head back moaning with pleasure. Rachel began to eat the pussy of a Miss Nicky, and she started rubbing the vibrator on her bald head. Nicky and I got on our own side then. It was pretty wild ov

The next morning, Phoebe and Sasha woke up in each other’s arms and got into the shower. Although each other’s nude body was enticing to them, they washed their bodies practically and nicely. Sasha playfully scrubbed Phoebe’s smooth head with soap.  After they were all cleaned off, Phoebe and Sasha skipped clothes and went back into the bedroom. They began kissing again as they laid down, again in in each other’s grasp. Eventually, each wanted more. The two could really feel the rawness yet passion with the light shining in. Sasha’s pussy looked so inviting, Phoebe decided to go immediately at it with her tongue. She cleaned it out, cum soon filling her mouth. Sasha held Phoebe’s bald head from the back while her pussy was being eaten out, even through her orgasm. Phoebe gave Sasha another kiss, this time with some cum getting in. Sasha wasn’t offended and moved up on the bed. She spread her legs on Phoebe’s bare scalp so that she could feel her vagina, and started having fun on there.

Part 2 Mother Aramea, the head nun of the convent, was in her private bedroom. It was the nighttime, long after the others had gone to bed, but she was praying still. The bishop had given her a special stone statue of Christ when she had opened the monastery, only a few feet tall but a treasure. She was kneeling down as she often did, overcome with feelings of The Lord. She imagined him on the cross, not to pity him but admire his form even at his worst, with only a loincloth as a cover. This image gave her passionate thoughts of spirituality that overcame her. Suddenly, whether imagination or otherwise, she felt the good Lord’s presence. “Jesus,” she said, “I wish to serve you... however I can!” Somehow, Aramea knew to lie down then. She felt that male kind of presence in her vagina. It was the Lord, so she was more than happy to please Him. His scraggly beard moved all around her face as He was busy downwards. With each several holy thrust, she thanked Him. She could only giv