The atmosphere surrounding the four-cornered wall office of Mother Superior bore a reeling weight that was way more impossible to carry in the back of their heads. It grasps a tight pull of invisible strings on Alexandra’s neck. The three occupants in the room, at the same time taking part in the suspense, could perceive none other than the word uncanny.The ticking of the clock has never been this loud and prevailing… not until this moment. It sounded to Alexandra that there was an orchestra playing a crescendo of ominous melody, with the tempo increasing as her awareness heightens.As seconds continue to tick with such heavy twist of the thin metal, the pointed arrow on the notch - shaped perfectly to serve its function as the captain navigator, preceded from one pace of a second forthwith another. The momentum was getting farther and further away.There was a heavy contraction predated by a painful throb in her heart. Like an artery went sore from too much internal pressure and the

Sally held a clinging and warm gaze to Leonore. Her eyes were weighted very much with igniting passion. The feeling was new to her, so foreign that it brought her a tingling sensation to run down her spine, like there had been an ice cube slid in the back of her shirt - sliding through her epidermis, thus creating her hair follicles swell like small rounded islands with stiffened hairs rooted on top, feeling the unprecedented frost and chills; and as to how a quick delighted orgasm is described. All that was, in a nicely wrapped package, settled solely when her eyes rested for an intimate and passionate gaze on Leonore.She was feeling the same weight as Sally had. Perhaps, hers was way more explicit and undeniably liberating. Leonore knew, yet she had long accepted the truth that she had this attraction for women way greater than men. This thing that she had long locked up in a trunk, chained deep in her unconsciousness, just for the sake to conform with society's norms - th

Connie knew that would be the day that Alexandra will be discharged from the hospital. She was certain that the young lady would recover easily because she had a natural sturdy and go-getter attitude.Alexandra wasn’t her real niece. They weren’t on the same bloodline, either. The truth is, the young woman was the daughter of someone so dear to her, someone she

Viola held a clinging and passionate gaze to Connie. Her eyes were weighted very much with kindling concupiscence. The feeling was distinct and fresh to her. It was remotely inviting that it caused her shivers to rush headlong her chine like there had been an ice cube slid in the back of her shirt - sliding through her skin, thus creating her hair follicles inflate like small rounded islands with hairs stiffened after an electrifying sensation had occurred, feeling the unprecedented frost and chills; and as to how a quick delighted orgasm is described. All that was, in a nicely wrapped bundle, settled solely when her eyes rested for an intimately fixed stare on Connie.

"I-I-I I'm sorry Theo, I didn't mean to just enter without knocking, but I... I had an emergency. Connie puked on me and I badly need to... oh forget it, I'm sorry, I really do."Viola agitatedly remarked. She resented the thought of Connie because of what she did to her.