Midnight Honey: A Mother and Son’s Forbidden Tryst in Chennai

“Oh he can poke Mary and the like, she’s all tits and legs, but he’s no good to me or Sister Pious or the ladies on O’Donnel street.”
“What?” I asked. XXX Eight or nine pokes she needed and then quite suddenly it all went easy and I was floating on clouds again, “Thank you,” I said absent mindedly. “Against the door post Michael,” Sister Pious insissted and she just about dragged me across the room to the door where she stood against the wall on one leg with the other leg swung aside and invited me to poke her. “Now sisters.” Sister Pious asked, “This poor young Father is in sore need of some robes.”
“Have you had a taste if him Sister Pious?” sister Emmanuel asked.